God, Peter cannot count how many times he's heard his name groaned, whispered, moaned in this encounter alone, but he wishes he could go back and do so. No, really, he just wishes that the equality he feels on their first days together would stretch on for forever. By the end, Peter feels like Jason is too worn-down from his parents' ridiculous expectations, the church's stance on their relationship, and the pressure he puts on himself to meet any and all of these things, and it puts strain on their private world. Now, though -- and he was right, this particular reunion has definitely taken the number one spot in Peter's mind -- he feels like their delicate act is as iron-clad as the gates that surround St. Cecilia's, not to mention Peter's heart, and Jason is the only person to have ever crossed its threshold. There's a laundry list of things that are Jason's only and he wishes so much that he could talk to someone about any one of them.
It hasn't really occurred to him what's just fallen from his lips, but if he had been embarrassed in the first place (and he hadn't), he was justified and satisfied by Jason's response. A little heady laugh -- a burst of breath, really -- bubbles up spills over. Knowing what Peter likes wouldn't be enough to drive him crazy like this, but his self-assured, amazing ability to congratulate himself even in the throes of passion tickles Peter. Nadia rolls her eyes about it, and Peter nearly has to cover his face to keep the other's from seeing him beam when Jason is amusing Jason. It's cute, and that's a part of Jason that feels like his, a kind of his like he feels in these moments when the only thing they need is to see a pleasure so complete that they could drown in it reflected back in one another.
Jason," he warns, but feeling Jason so close to the edge and hearing his request echoed in the voice of the only person Peter has ever, could ever, will ever love, it's enough burning that's propelled his mouth and hips and anywhere else Jason wants bursts forth. He's coming in paralyzing waves as Jason's delivering straight-up perfection to him at every point. Now, his hand is balled up in fists of hair at the back of Jason's head. He crushes his lips against Jason in an attempt to stifle what he's sure will be loud, total loss of control.
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It hasn't really occurred to him what's just fallen from his lips, but if he had been embarrassed in the first place (and he hadn't), he was justified and satisfied by Jason's response. A little heady laugh -- a burst of breath, really -- bubbles up spills over. Knowing what Peter likes wouldn't be enough to drive him crazy like this, but his self-assured, amazing ability to congratulate himself even in the throes of passion tickles Peter. Nadia rolls her eyes about it, and Peter nearly has to cover his face to keep the other's from seeing him beam when Jason is amusing Jason. It's cute, and that's a part of Jason that feels like his, a kind of his like he feels in these moments when the only thing they need is to see a pleasure so complete that they could drown in it reflected back in one another.
Jason," he warns, but feeling Jason so close to the edge and hearing his request echoed in the voice of the only person Peter has ever, could ever, will ever love, it's enough burning that's propelled his mouth and hips and anywhere else Jason wants bursts forth. He's coming in paralyzing waves as Jason's delivering straight-up perfection to him at every point. Now, his hand is balled up in fists of hair at the back of Jason's head. He crushes his lips against Jason in an attempt to stifle what he's sure will be loud, total loss of control.