Peter snaps his hips into Jason's touch, and Jason lets out a noise halfway between a gasp and a groan at the sensation. Peter is so beautiful in his falling apart; Jason can taste the electricity running through him in his lips and feel it in the sweat building once again on his skin. Their door is locked and everyone else is likely at whoever's around to throw the first party of the school year. Jason is not sad to miss it; parties are exhausting sometimes. Only Peter knows how Jason sometimes needs to make excuses just to get away. Usually, it's only Peter and Lucas' substances that ever convince Jason to stay.
But parties are so far from Jason's mind when Peter moans his name like that. "Peter," he stutters out his lover's name in response, forehead falling against Peter's as heat and wanting weave around him like a dizzy spell. He feels as though he's flying, lost in Peter's arms like this. And Peter is licking into his mouth with such force and desire, Jason flushes when he feels himself mewl in response, kissing back with equal fervor. He sighs some noise resembling Peter's name when he feels Peter tug open his own pants; he's overcome suddenly with the need to be as naked as possible.
Jason shudders as he feels Peter's hand, soft and so very Peter, close around him. He lets out a sound so messy and incoherent, it becomes its own category of noise. Peter is stroking him in his turn, and it's all Jason can do to keep control over himself. And God, the huffs of breath Peter lets out in his turn; their eyes meet, and Jason feels himself quake beneath the light and love he finds in those green eyes.
And then Peter says that, and Jason has to screw his eyes shut to keep from losing all semblance of control. "Fuck, Peter," he hisses, tugging more insistently at Peter as he does so. He opens his eyes seconds later, already too undone to do more than act on burning need.
He pulls back from Peter to step off the bed and step out of his pants. He leans over to kiss Peter soundly as he tugs his pants all the way off as well. And then he's smirking into the kiss, grabbing at Peter's hips as he wraps his boyfriend's legs around him and pulls him up. He lifts him effortlessly, carrying him over and laying him down on the desk, where he immediately presses himself against Peter once more.
"Your wish is my command," he says, before kissing Peter as though the world might end if he didn't.
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But parties are so far from Jason's mind when Peter moans his name like that. "Peter," he stutters out his lover's name in response, forehead falling against Peter's as heat and wanting weave around him like a dizzy spell. He feels as though he's flying, lost in Peter's arms like this. And Peter is licking into his mouth with such force and desire, Jason flushes when he feels himself mewl in response, kissing back with equal fervor. He sighs some noise resembling Peter's name when he feels Peter tug open his own pants; he's overcome suddenly with the need to be as naked as possible.
Jason shudders as he feels Peter's hand, soft and so very Peter, close around him. He lets out a sound so messy and incoherent, it becomes its own category of noise. Peter is stroking him in his turn, and it's all Jason can do to keep control over himself. And God, the huffs of breath Peter lets out in his turn; their eyes meet, and Jason feels himself quake beneath the light and love he finds in those green eyes.
And then Peter says that, and Jason has to screw his eyes shut to keep from losing all semblance of control. "Fuck, Peter," he hisses, tugging more insistently at Peter as he does so. He opens his eyes seconds later, already too undone to do more than act on burning need.
He pulls back from Peter to step off the bed and step out of his pants. He leans over to kiss Peter soundly as he tugs his pants all the way off as well. And then he's smirking into the kiss, grabbing at Peter's hips as he wraps his boyfriend's legs around him and pulls him up. He lifts him effortlessly, carrying him over and laying him down on the desk, where he immediately presses himself against Peter once more.
"Your wish is my command," he says, before kissing Peter as though the world might end if he didn't.