Peter's little bursts of breath between moans are their own sort of music, and Jason nearly loses himself in the melody. His own gasps stutter against Peter's slick neck as he tightens his hold around Peter's waist and cock, pouring himself into each grip and stroke. Peter moves hot and tight against him with each bucking of his hips, and it only serves to set Jason more on fire. "Jesus," he groans, voice cracking as Peter tugs on his hair. His touch is gentle, but Jason can all but taste the desperation in it; he shudders, leaning into the touch and jerking his hips up harder.
God, he will never forget the first time Peter touched him. They had math together, all of them - Nadia, Ivy, Matt, Peter, and himself. He and Peter sat in the back, smiling at each other in between taking notes and giggling at the sight of each other. Jason, in his laughter, knocked his pencil off the side of his desk. Peter, ever trying to be helpful, reached for it the same time Jason did. That first time, their hands brushed, and Jason remembers all too clearly how it sucked the air right out from his lungs. He remembers his face burning, and he remembers the same flush mirrored in Peter's own expression. Throughout the years, they've found ways to 'accidentally' brush against one another; feet meeting under picnic tables and desks, shoulders glancing against one another in gym, hands pressing together as briefly as fleeting kisses in shop class, and running into one another in arched entryways. Together, they've managed to steal so many moments and make the world their own.
Rendering Peter nearly speechless makes Jason smirk, even if it does require more effort than normal, given how much he is already falling apart. And then Peter says that and bites down on his lip, and Jason jerks, both his arm and hand tightening even further as his back arches and he nearly comes just from that alone. He moans, having to concentrate so as to avoid losing control entirely then and there. "Jesus, Peter," he groans, burying his head against Peter's chest.
And then he feels the way Peter chokes on his own breath, and, this time, he doesn't fight his rising orgasm. He changes his angle to snap his hips directly against that one spot, using his arm around Peter as leverage to pull the other boy against him. Jason's whole body trembles, as he strokes and twists Peter's cock with a determined edge. All the while, moans and shudders and obscene, sweet nothings fall from his lips.
His eyes snap open at the press of Peter's forehead against his just in time to see Peter biting his lip like that. And that is the exact moment Jason comes undone. He feels it rush through him; the heat in his chest and his belly exploding like a thousand shards of glass-lit light within him. Sweat drips off him as he arches his neck, twisting and turning as though he were a restless dreamer. Only Peter can reduce him to such a sweaty and incoherent mess; he nearly sobs, overwhelmed as he is, and, with Peter, he doesn't try to hide that fact.
"Peter, Peter, oh God, Peter," he moans, body jerking and trembling. He keeps aiming for that one spot, even as pleasure nearly renders him delirious. "Come with me Peter, come on, oh God."
The force of his own thrusts, wild and unraveling as pleasure washes over him like a tidal wave, knocks Jason on his back, pulling Peter more fully on top of him.
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God, he will never forget the first time Peter touched him. They had math together, all of them - Nadia, Ivy, Matt, Peter, and himself. He and Peter sat in the back, smiling at each other in between taking notes and giggling at the sight of each other. Jason, in his laughter, knocked his pencil off the side of his desk. Peter, ever trying to be helpful, reached for it the same time Jason did. That first time, their hands brushed, and Jason remembers all too clearly how it sucked the air right out from his lungs. He remembers his face burning, and he remembers the same flush mirrored in Peter's own expression. Throughout the years, they've found ways to 'accidentally' brush against one another; feet meeting under picnic tables and desks, shoulders glancing against one another in gym, hands pressing together as briefly as fleeting kisses in shop class, and running into one another in arched entryways. Together, they've managed to steal so many moments and make the world their own.
Rendering Peter nearly speechless makes Jason smirk, even if it does require more effort than normal, given how much he is already falling apart. And then Peter says that and bites down on his lip, and Jason jerks, both his arm and hand tightening even further as his back arches and he nearly comes just from that alone. He moans, having to concentrate so as to avoid losing control entirely then and there. "Jesus, Peter," he groans, burying his head against Peter's chest.
And then he feels the way Peter chokes on his own breath, and, this time, he doesn't fight his rising orgasm. He changes his angle to snap his hips directly against that one spot, using his arm around Peter as leverage to pull the other boy against him. Jason's whole body trembles, as he strokes and twists Peter's cock with a determined edge. All the while, moans and shudders and obscene, sweet nothings fall from his lips.
His eyes snap open at the press of Peter's forehead against his just in time to see Peter biting his lip like that. And that is the exact moment Jason comes undone. He feels it rush through him; the heat in his chest and his belly exploding like a thousand shards of glass-lit light within him. Sweat drips off him as he arches his neck, twisting and turning as though he were a restless dreamer. Only Peter can reduce him to such a sweaty and incoherent mess; he nearly sobs, overwhelmed as he is, and, with Peter, he doesn't try to hide that fact.
"Peter, Peter, oh God, Peter," he moans, body jerking and trembling. He keeps aiming for that one spot, even as pleasure nearly renders him delirious. "Come with me Peter, come on, oh God."
The force of his own thrusts, wild and unraveling as pleasure washes over him like a tidal wave, knocks Jason on his back, pulling Peter more fully on top of him.