Jason grins as Peter moves off him and begins the motions for actually being somewhat productive in going to dinner. He yawns contentedly at the kiss Peter places to his throat, relishing the softness of his lips against the vulnerable skin of his neck. He knows Peter is well-aware of how much he likes to be kissed there.
He turns his gaze briefly to their entwined hands before bringing his big, blue eyes to meet Peter's glance. "And what noise is that, pray tell? I seem to recall you being fond of many noises I make." Jason's tendency towards being a smartass comes second-nature to him. He always wonders what part of the family he and Nadia inherit that trait from; certainly not either of their parents. He grins into the brief kiss bestowed by Peter, and then he's rolling to move into a sitting position himself.
He catches his own pants with a smirk. "Nearly forgot I even needed these, really," he remarks as he begins dressing himself. His own muscle memories from those nights kicks back in as well, and he's dressed within moments. He manages to ruffle his hair into something that almost looks presentable; something he'll explain away as a memento of a quick rugby match. Or something sports related.
He moves to stand behind Peter, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him against his chest. Smirking, he leans into Peter's mussed hair and kisses it, before ruffling it just to be a jerk. "Yeah, I can meet you there," he says, grateful to Peter for making the suggestion. "I'm sure Nadia will be at our usual table already."
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He turns his gaze briefly to their entwined hands before bringing his big, blue eyes to meet Peter's glance. "And what noise is that, pray tell? I seem to recall you being fond of many noises I make." Jason's tendency towards being a smartass comes second-nature to him. He always wonders what part of the family he and Nadia inherit that trait from; certainly not either of their parents. He grins into the brief kiss bestowed by Peter, and then he's rolling to move into a sitting position himself.
He catches his own pants with a smirk. "Nearly forgot I even needed these, really," he remarks as he begins dressing himself. His own muscle memories from those nights kicks back in as well, and he's dressed within moments. He manages to ruffle his hair into something that almost looks presentable; something he'll explain away as a memento of a quick rugby match. Or something sports related.
He moves to stand behind Peter, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him against his chest. Smirking, he leans into Peter's mussed hair and kisses it, before ruffling it just to be a jerk. "Yeah, I can meet you there," he says, grateful to Peter for making the suggestion. "I'm sure Nadia will be at our usual table already."