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Harry always went to events with his father, ones where you needed a tie. And still to this day, it seems Peter couldn't make his look just right.
So when Harry had helped him, knuckles grazing his throat, warm breath fanning over skin- Peter knew it wasn't purposeful or that Harry meant anything buy it. Still, it silently seized his chest and set his head reeling.
He kept himself cool, though, and trailed behind Harry at the event, figuring he could at least enjoy the free food and drinks.
Throughout the night, though, boredom crept into both of their bodies, leaving them itching for something else to do besides stand around and have uninteresting conversations with other people. It was only a good talk with Harry, really, it was only his smile, voice, and laugh that held Peter awake, as he admittedly hasn't been the best about sleeping.
But it ends up worth it, because chatting up strangers for the sake of being polite was far more tolerable when he could feel Harry's arm brush against his own, or feel his hand come flat against his back, patting Peter and either laughing or bragging at how smart Peter was.
Harry, to put it bluntly, touched Peter a lot. When they got back to Peter's a little less than decent apartment, he had his hand gently wrapped around Peter's wrist that was about to lift his hand up to his neck and possibly strangle himself with a tie. Harry stopped him, though, told him to wait and then took lead, taking off the tie- which, Peter knew how to, but something about watching Harry move around his place, oh so familiar with the setting, and removing his blazer slowly- well it had left Peter to fumble with his tie until Harry deemed it necessary to help.
Harry who was in a dark button up and smiled, whch had brought Peter to notice he had the tiniest bit of sauce right next to his lip.
Harry had asked if he had something on his face with high laughter, and, normally when somebody asks it the way he did, it's usually because somebody was staring, obvious. Which Peter was, but funnily enough this time there was something on his face, and Peter dismissed all reasonable thinking when he announced he would take care of it. Harry, still close, fingers wrapped loosely around his abandoned tie, had made a joking noise of protest when Peter wet his thumb before reaching out. Harry didn't fight at all, though, just made a face. One that instantly faded away at contact, Peter's thumb wiping over skin, brushing the curve of his lip, before Peter froze, trapped like all of a sudden he had the ability to doubt again the second his hand cuffed Harry's face in addition to a thumb. Because it was him and it was Harry, and his thumb on Harry's upper lip, Harry's jawline cradled in his palm, and Harry's eyes meeting his.
Which, supposedly, was when it all came crashing down.
They had been tiptoeing on slippery surfaces this whole time, and yet, this is what made them fall, like they couldn't dodge bullets anymore, like-
Harry had kissed Peter first.
Who probably should have been more surprised, but a part of him had ached for this, a part of he tried to bury, but Harry was simply giving it a whole new life, tie dropped to the ground as Harry instead used his hands to grab a handful of Peter's shirt, pressing his lips onto Peter's.
So, naturally, Peter kissed back, and only after did he press a hand against Harry's chest, spacing the two so he could note how he was wearing on of his few nice shirts and Harry's hands needed to stop their found goal to ruin it.
That was how Peter ended up shirtless, watching Harry run a finger over his torso, seemingly surprised on how Peter, a complete 'nerd' had a frame like he did, how Harry's hands were able to explore firm abs. Peter only laughed warmly, letting it exist as a mystery.
Harry, of course, was eager to uncover any other potential hidden secrets, leading to his own shirt falling to the ground in an attempt to hurry up the removal of Peter Parker's pants.
Which... this wasn't the intent. When Harry invited (pleaded) Peter to join him for a night at some gathering, they both know it was because they were friends and Harry didn't particularly enjoy these events, not without Peter. Not that Harry had said that, no, he claimed it would be a wonderful chance to take some pictures, see if his boss over at the Daily Bugle wanted any of them.
However, even though it wasn't Harry's plan to take him out somewhere and then accompany Peter back home with kissing and all of it in mind, neither of them opposed the path the night took.