Jason feels the moment Peter pulls back, even just slightly. He whimpers, instantly tightening his entwined fingers to pull Peter closer again. Of course, even with desire and need clouding his brain, Jason takes care to make sure he never actually hurts Peter. Even as Peter is driving Jason out of his mind, Jason always wants to be gentle with the boy he loves more than anything else in this world. He hopes Peter can feel how much emotion he pours into even just the tugging on his hair.
Peter has a third finger inside of him now, and Jason groans, pushing down with his hips for more of that friction and delicious heat. Moans, whines, and whimpers keep spilling from his mouth, perpetually parted as little pants escape along with the rest of the noises he makes. Which is when, of course, Peter pulls away. For that brief moment of separation, Jason groans, reaching desperately out for Peter. Thankfully, in the next moment, Peter is moving up and covering him with his body, alleviating some of the tension that has Jason on the very edge of losing control completely. And then Peter's kissing him, and Jason groans at the push and pull of their lips and tongues, shivering and delighting in the way Peter moves his leg out further. They keep kissing, and it only just occurs to Jason how Peter is teasing him. He cants his hips towards Peter, needing his cock more than he can say. His entire body shudders, as Jason pulls again on Peter's hair and brings his other hand to clutch at all of the bare, freckled skin he can find.
Jason doesn't miss the false innocence to Peter's expression; he writhes, neck arching slightly at the mischief in Peter's expression. That one look can do so much to Jason; he thinks Peter must have some idea of the power he wields, the way he uses that look on Jason, whose belly and chest tighten and Jesus Christ, he's so hard it hurts. "Yes," he hisses, before his voice dissolves into shattered begging. "Please Peter. Fuck, I need you so bad. Please, please, please. Fuck me. Fuck me." His classmates would gape if they could see Jason now; Jason doesn't care, enveloped as he is in Peter and their perfect, private world. He wouldn't share this with anyone.
Peter's kissing along his jaw, to nip at his earlobe. Jason jolts at the sensation, letting out a long moan; his ear is especially prone to sparking bursts of pleasure all throughout him. He's torn between imagining Peter teasing his ear and having him kiss him soundly, until he sees stars.
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Peter has a third finger inside of him now, and Jason groans, pushing down with his hips for more of that friction and delicious heat. Moans, whines, and whimpers keep spilling from his mouth, perpetually parted as little pants escape along with the rest of the noises he makes. Which is when, of course, Peter pulls away. For that brief moment of separation, Jason groans, reaching desperately out for Peter. Thankfully, in the next moment, Peter is moving up and covering him with his body, alleviating some of the tension that has Jason on the very edge of losing control completely. And then Peter's kissing him, and Jason groans at the push and pull of their lips and tongues, shivering and delighting in the way Peter moves his leg out further. They keep kissing, and it only just occurs to Jason how Peter is teasing him. He cants his hips towards Peter, needing his cock more than he can say. His entire body shudders, as Jason pulls again on Peter's hair and brings his other hand to clutch at all of the bare, freckled skin he can find.
Jason doesn't miss the false innocence to Peter's expression; he writhes, neck arching slightly at the mischief in Peter's expression. That one look can do so much to Jason; he thinks Peter must have some idea of the power he wields, the way he uses that look on Jason, whose belly and chest tighten and Jesus Christ, he's so hard it hurts. "Yes," he hisses, before his voice dissolves into shattered begging. "Please Peter. Fuck, I need you so bad. Please, please, please. Fuck me. Fuck me." His classmates would gape if they could see Jason now; Jason doesn't care, enveloped as he is in Peter and their perfect, private world. He wouldn't share this with anyone.
Peter's kissing along his jaw, to nip at his earlobe. Jason jolts at the sensation, letting out a long moan; his ear is especially prone to sparking bursts of pleasure all throughout him. He's torn between imagining Peter teasing his ear and having him kiss him soundly, until he sees stars.
"Peter," he gasps. "Please."