The way pleasure plays so wonderfully across Peter's face, in bursts of breath between those full, beautiful lips and those sparkling eyes, inspires even more pleasure in Jason. Jason hopes Peter is aware of just how wonderful he looks like this; all debauched and innocent all at once. The way he arches his back is both lovely and absolutely sinful at the same time; the slight shivers running through Jason increase at such a juxtaposition; his thrusts grow more frantic, and he groans at the sensation of their hips snapping together.
The moan Peter makes that dissolves into something unintelligible entirely is enough to remind Jason how close he is. He groans in response, his blue eyes glazed as they study Peter's response. Peter, brilliant, responsible, charming, and perfect Peter, who makes Jason's heart stutter merely by virtue of existing. Peter, so beautiful with his hair like copper and the constellation of freckles across his skin. With his luminous eyes, like those of a saint. Peter, who doesn't recognize the power he wields. Peter is light and the wind and the stars above. Peter is the closest Jason has ever come to reaching God. If Jason didn't fear the future and if he didn't hide from the depths of life Peter studies so passionately, Jason would be able to confidently say he believes in soulmates, because no one touches his soul the way Peter does. When he's sober of sex and love and Peter, he'll dwell on this and allow it to haunt his every thought again, like the ghost he sometimes feels he is.
Jason's so distracted by all of Peter's warmth and skin and everything, really, that when Peter gently nudges him back, he gasps in surprise. His chest tightens and his heart leaps into his throat as he moves into a sitting position. The way Peter kisses him, so feverishly and so full of his heart, makes Jason sway. He glances up at Peter, wonder, awe, and sheer admiration in his reverent gaze. He adores Peter no matter what position they're in, but there's something about Peter's confidence like this that humbles Jason.
And then Peter's bracing himself on Jason's shoulder, and Jason nearly forgets to breathe as he feels Peter all around him once again. "Peter," he moans, unable to hide the longing in his voice or keep one hand from grabbing at Peter's ass. He drags the other hand down his chest, lingering over the most sensitive parts of his skin, hoping to provoke a reaction out of Peter. He lifts his hips to meet Peter as he moves on top of him, nearly rendered motionless by the beauty of this turn of events.
And then his hand makes its way to Peter's cock, and he begins to stroke.
"Peter," he cries out again, against Peter's lips.
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The moan Peter makes that dissolves into something unintelligible entirely is enough to remind Jason how close he is. He groans in response, his blue eyes glazed as they study Peter's response. Peter, brilliant, responsible, charming, and perfect Peter, who makes Jason's heart stutter merely by virtue of existing. Peter, so beautiful with his hair like copper and the constellation of freckles across his skin. With his luminous eyes, like those of a saint. Peter, who doesn't recognize the power he wields. Peter is light and the wind and the stars above. Peter is the closest Jason has ever come to reaching God. If Jason didn't fear the future and if he didn't hide from the depths of life Peter studies so passionately, Jason would be able to confidently say he believes in soulmates, because no one touches his soul the way Peter does. When he's sober of sex and love and Peter, he'll dwell on this and allow it to haunt his every thought again, like the ghost he sometimes feels he is.
Jason's so distracted by all of Peter's warmth and skin and everything, really, that when Peter gently nudges him back, he gasps in surprise. His chest tightens and his heart leaps into his throat as he moves into a sitting position. The way Peter kisses him, so feverishly and so full of his heart, makes Jason sway. He glances up at Peter, wonder, awe, and sheer admiration in his reverent gaze. He adores Peter no matter what position they're in, but there's something about Peter's confidence like this that humbles Jason.
And then Peter's bracing himself on Jason's shoulder, and Jason nearly forgets to breathe as he feels Peter all around him once again. "Peter," he moans, unable to hide the longing in his voice or keep one hand from grabbing at Peter's ass. He drags the other hand down his chest, lingering over the most sensitive parts of his skin, hoping to provoke a reaction out of Peter. He lifts his hips to meet Peter as he moves on top of him, nearly rendered motionless by the beauty of this turn of events.
And then his hand makes its way to Peter's cock, and he begins to stroke.
"Peter," he cries out again, against Peter's lips.