I headcanon that Peter is Bi/Pan, and has been in at least one relationship before moving away from the Capital. I do apologize if this does not meet up to OP's standards, but I hope y'all enjoy! ---
On nights like this, Peter preferred his own company over the company of others. Dreary nights, where the Twyrine does not whisper sweet nothings into his ear and his brother Andrei is entertaining others. Nights like tonight where he is alone with his thoughts, scattered and wandering. He sat in bed, staring out the window of the quiet town. Night had fallen, time slipping away from Peter once again. He had taken off his coat a while ago, feeling vulnerable once again. A vulnerability he wasn’t too comfortable most nights. However, on a night like this… he felt his shell become too restricting for him.
Peter’s body felt hotter than usual. The cool nights in the steppe had often chilled him to the bone, but tonight, he was burning up. Even his cotton shirt and trousers felt too constricting for him. His wandering thoughts had made him think on some of the new arrivals. That Dankovsky fellow seemed pleasant enough, well spoken and had an air of enlightenment about him. He was quite attractive, all around aesthetically pleasing. Peter wasn’t too sure why his own mind wandered to Daniil, but it had also wandered to the other beautiful inhabitants of the town. Eva, slender and fragile. Moving with the grace of a ballerina, a warm smile to lift the hearts of many. Many more people flooded his mind, but nothing stuck more in his mind than their hands. Soft or rough, he didn’t mind as long as they knew how to caress him. It was maddening.
On nights like tonight, he often settled for his own hands and the end of his hairbrush for stimulation. However, the heat in his loins was far greater than what he settled for. He shuffled around in his studio for his new toys, trying to maintain the stimulating thoughts on his mind. After searching in his closet, he found them. In one of his last visits to the Capital, he slipped from Andrei’s grasp to purchase a cock ring and a dildo. Feeling it in his hands, he felt overwhelmed by the girth of it. He could feel his own cock straining in his trousers, a shiver crept up his spine from thinking of the night he was about to have.
Peter returned to his bed and stripped himself. The cool air on his body was exhilarating, he sunk down onto his bed and began to stroke his cock. Long, drawn out strokes to get himself to half mass, before taking the time to gingerly slide the cock ring onto his shaft. Peter could immediately feel the firm grip the ring had on his penis, and after pumping his cock a bit more he felt like he was already getting close to release. He took his hands away from his penis for a moment to work on his asshole. Lubricating his fingers well, he eased one in after another. Thrusting and curling his fingers coupled with his own thoughts of hands caressing him and touching him had driven him crazy. Peter tried his hardest to bite back the moans and curses, throwing his head into the pillow to muffle his cries. He could feel his precum leaking onto his thigh, he wanted to ride this ecstasy as long as he could.
After much teasing and prepping, Peter finally grabs his dildo. He could feel his cheeks warm up as he held the perverse object in his hand. He opened his mouth to give the dildo a coy lick. There was no taste to it yet, but Peter continued to give it loving licks and sucking on the head. His fevered thoughts had wandered to a man he had an affair with in university. Strong shoulders, bovine features and a fat cock to match his stature. His thoughts perverted his other senses, the memories of his taste and his memories of guttural groans goaded him to plunge his head further down on the meaty shaft before him. Before Peter knew it, he already had the dildo far into his mouth. He pulled away from the dildo, a trail of saliva hung from his lips. Peter admired his sloppy blowjob in the candlelight, adding more lubricant to the dildo. Peter gently set the dildo down on the ground and positioned himself over the tip. Time had seemed to melt away once he felt his asshole stretching to accommodate the size of the toy. He threw all sense of modesty out the window and moaned as loud as he could. Peter didn’t care if anyone heard him or even saw him, he bounced on the shaft of the toy. The ecstasy was too much for Peter to handle, as soon as he bottomed out on the dildo, his release came and came and came.
“Oh god, yes!” He jerked out a bit more cum, before falling onto the cold wooden floor. He rode out his moment of ecstasy for just a bit longer before coming back to his senses. The cool air felt quite refreshing for once, as Peter took a moment to admire his messiness. He wasn’t too fond of the cleanup, but it was all worth it. Peter wanted a night like this to last forever.
FILL: A Night Like Tonight [Solo Peter Stamatin and Toys]
I do apologize if this does not meet up to OP's standards, but I hope y'all enjoy!
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On nights like this, Peter preferred his own company over the company of others. Dreary nights, where the Twyrine does not whisper sweet nothings into his ear and his brother Andrei is entertaining others. Nights like tonight where he is alone with his thoughts, scattered and wandering. He sat in bed, staring out the window of the quiet town. Night had fallen, time slipping away from Peter once again. He had taken off his coat a while ago, feeling vulnerable once again. A vulnerability he wasn’t too comfortable most nights. However, on a night like this… he felt his shell become too restricting for him.
Peter’s body felt hotter than usual. The cool nights in the steppe had often chilled him to the bone, but tonight, he was burning up. Even his cotton shirt and trousers felt too constricting for him. His wandering thoughts had made him think on some of the new arrivals. That Dankovsky fellow seemed pleasant enough, well spoken and had an air of enlightenment about him. He was quite attractive, all around aesthetically pleasing. Peter wasn’t too sure why his own mind wandered to Daniil, but it had also wandered to the other beautiful inhabitants of the town. Eva, slender and fragile. Moving with the grace of a ballerina, a warm smile to lift the hearts of many. Many more people flooded his mind, but nothing stuck more in his mind than their hands. Soft or rough, he didn’t mind as long as they knew how to caress him. It was maddening.
On nights like tonight, he often settled for his own hands and the end of his hairbrush for stimulation. However, the heat in his loins was far greater than what he settled for. He shuffled around in his studio for his new toys, trying to maintain the stimulating thoughts on his mind. After searching in his closet, he found them. In one of his last visits to the Capital, he slipped from Andrei’s grasp to purchase a cock ring and a dildo. Feeling it in his hands, he felt overwhelmed by the girth of it. He could feel his own cock straining in his trousers, a shiver crept up his spine from thinking of the night he was about to have.
Peter returned to his bed and stripped himself. The cool air on his body was exhilarating, he sunk down onto his bed and began to stroke his cock. Long, drawn out strokes to get himself to half mass, before taking the time to gingerly slide the cock ring onto his shaft. Peter could immediately feel the firm grip the ring had on his penis, and after pumping his cock a bit more he felt like he was already getting close to release. He took his hands away from his penis for a moment to work on his asshole. Lubricating his fingers well, he eased one in after another. Thrusting and curling his fingers coupled with his own thoughts of hands caressing him and touching him had driven him crazy. Peter tried his hardest to bite back the moans and curses, throwing his head into the pillow to muffle his cries. He could feel his precum leaking onto his thigh, he wanted to ride this ecstasy as long as he could.
After much teasing and prepping, Peter finally grabs his dildo. He could feel his cheeks warm up as he held the perverse object in his hand. He opened his mouth to give the dildo a coy lick. There was no taste to it yet, but Peter continued to give it loving licks and sucking on the head. His fevered thoughts had wandered to a man he had an affair with in university. Strong shoulders, bovine features and a fat cock to match his stature. His thoughts perverted his other senses, the memories of his taste and his memories of guttural groans goaded him to plunge his head further down on the meaty shaft before him. Before Peter knew it, he already had the dildo far into his mouth. He pulled away from the dildo, a trail of saliva hung from his lips. Peter admired his sloppy blowjob in the candlelight, adding more lubricant to the dildo. Peter gently set the dildo down on the ground and positioned himself over the tip. Time had seemed to melt away once he felt his asshole stretching to accommodate the size of the toy. He threw all sense of modesty out the window and moaned as loud as he could. Peter didn’t care if anyone heard him or even saw him, he bounced on the shaft of the toy. The ecstasy was too much for Peter to handle, as soon as he bottomed out on the dildo, his release came and came and came.
“Oh god, yes!” He jerked out a bit more cum, before falling onto the cold wooden floor. He rode out his moment of ecstasy for just a bit longer before coming back to his senses. The cool air felt quite refreshing for once, as Peter took a moment to admire his messiness. He wasn’t too fond of the cleanup, but it was all worth it. Peter wanted a night like this to last forever.