Peter's no longer thinking, barely breathing save for hungry sips of air between shuddering moans that punctuate smacks of skin and sweat stretched over hard, tightly-wound muscles. With Jason's arm around his middle, he can focus a little less on not falling and more on the way it feels to be pumping his hips and ass between Jason's cock and his hand. He's not caressing Jason's hair anymore so much as tugging, gently twisting his curls in restless handfuls.
And God, his voice. He remembers one time that he, Peter, Ivy, and Nadia were hanging out at a picnic table out at the far end of the boys' dorm when they were years younger and that Nadia told Jason that no one could possibly like the sound of Jason's voice more than Jason. He almost told her that she was wrong. Sometimes, when they're in class (while Jason is, apparently, being haunted by Peter's laughter), Peter is fantasizing about Jason's voice on his neck. In Chem Lab their junior year, all roommates were paired off as lab partners. Peter can still remember some of the things he heard that gorgeous voice say under the whir of a centrifuge or the high-pitched emission of a Bunsen burner. He also thinks that they've been able to get away with a lot (like leaning on each other at the picnic tables or taking a little too long to get back from lunch) by playing the roommate/best friend card.
It takes him two tries to actually speak, and he doesn't even really bother removing his mouth from Jason's when he chokes out, "Make me come when you do, Jason." His teeth bear down on Jason's pouty lower lip, swollen as it is and forming around incoherent sounds between moans and whines. A (much too loud) gasp chokes Peter as Jason finds just the right spot. He tips his head back down to press his forehead against Jason's to bring his teeth down hard on his own lip. He's working hard, sweating and panting to keep from losing it before he gets what he's asked for.
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And God, his voice. He remembers one time that he, Peter, Ivy, and Nadia were hanging out at a picnic table out at the far end of the boys' dorm when they were years younger and that Nadia told Jason that no one could possibly like the sound of Jason's voice more than Jason. He almost told her that she was wrong. Sometimes, when they're in class (while Jason is, apparently, being haunted by Peter's laughter), Peter is fantasizing about Jason's voice on his neck. In Chem Lab their junior year, all roommates were paired off as lab partners. Peter can still remember some of the things he heard that gorgeous voice say under the whir of a centrifuge or the high-pitched emission of a Bunsen burner. He also thinks that they've been able to get away with a lot (like leaning on each other at the picnic tables or taking a little too long to get back from lunch) by playing the roommate/best friend card.
It takes him two tries to actually speak, and he doesn't even really bother removing his mouth from Jason's when he chokes out, "Make me come when you do, Jason." His teeth bear down on Jason's pouty lower lip, swollen as it is and forming around incoherent sounds between moans and whines. A (much too loud) gasp chokes Peter as Jason finds just the right spot. He tips his head back down to press his forehead against Jason's to bring his teeth down hard on his own lip. He's working hard, sweating and panting to keep from losing it before he gets what he's asked for.