Jason feels that hitch of a moan as it runs down his spine; he moans in return, wanting more of those sounds from Peter. He can feel Peter's hardness against his own; he gasps, relishing the heat of their shared intimacy and need as Peter rubs against him. He rubs back, his thighs shivering as his hips move to seek out more of Peter's tantalizing, hot skin. He groans, arching his neck into Peter's mouth as he sucks and kisses his way across it. Jason brings both hands to tangle in Peter's hair, seeking purchase as Peter renders the world down to their sweaty, desperate bodies. And then Peter's kneeling, and rolling on the condom, and it's such a simple act; it shouldn't be so attractive to Jason, and yet he moans, loudly, at the sight, shuddering harder against the sheets. And that kiss to his thigh, Jesus. Jason feels it all the way up in his chest. And then Peter's tugging at Jason's hips, and he gladly gives them up to his grasp, whining and whimpering all the while. Blessedly, Peter's soon draping himself over him and kissing him. Jason loves kissing Peter; the thought of it alone sustained him this summer, away from his mother's parties and his father's ranting.
Peter's blushing even when he's in control, and Jason loves him for it. He loves that blush, and how it seems to make Peter's lips loom even larger on his face. How each freckle stands out within it. How those eyes look so wide and appealing; Jason groans, drinking in that blush with his eyes and feeling his own body respond in kind with a flush all the way down to his chest. He hopes Peter knows what that blush does to him.
His request hits Jason right in the stomach, inspiring his entire body to another level of tension. Fuck, he's so wound up, and mostly just from looking at Peter and listening to his words. Peter is so endearing with his shyness; Jason adores it, and it shows in the dazed smile he grants Peter. Jason lets out a low moan into that kiss as at he attempts to nod, moving to bring himself to his knees for Peter. He turns so that his back is to Peter. His entire body trembles with the effort of it all and the desire teeming to burst from every inch of his skin.
"Like this?" He asks, his voice cracked and run ragged already as he glances back at Peter over his shoulder, trying to hold back more desperate whimpers.
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Peter's blushing even when he's in control, and Jason loves him for it. He loves that blush, and how it seems to make Peter's lips loom even larger on his face. How each freckle stands out within it. How those eyes look so wide and appealing; Jason groans, drinking in that blush with his eyes and feeling his own body respond in kind with a flush all the way down to his chest. He hopes Peter knows what that blush does to him.
His request hits Jason right in the stomach, inspiring his entire body to another level of tension. Fuck, he's so wound up, and mostly just from looking at Peter and listening to his words. Peter is so endearing with his shyness; Jason adores it, and it shows in the dazed smile he grants Peter. Jason lets out a low moan into that kiss as at he attempts to nod, moving to bring himself to his knees for Peter. He turns so that his back is to Peter. His entire body trembles with the effort of it all and the desire teeming to burst from every inch of his skin.
"Like this?" He asks, his voice cracked and run ragged already as he glances back at Peter over his shoulder, trying to hold back more desperate whimpers.