As Jason shifts, Peter has to press his lips tightly together to keep from giving in to a deep cry of a moan. Jesus, the way he moves is magic. Peter watches each muscle group he uses ripple and settle under tightly stretched skin until Jason is bent over in front of him. The sound escapes then; it seems to pry through Peter's lips and strangles him until he releases it. By way of muffling it, Peter leans in to scrape his teeth over Jason's shoulder. His cock is already poised to fuck Jason, and the closer he gets, the smaller his vision becomes. Finally, when Peter feels he may have a grip on his vocal chords once again, he straightens to push gently, carefully, however trembling into Jason.

He's barely slid in halfway when his head tips back and he succumbs to a shuddering, basic moan. Things don't usually shake out this way, but God, that makes it so much more incredible when they do. Peter's taking his time. He curls one hand around Jason's hip and the other smooths along his back, caressing him, focusing on these tender slips of touch to ground him and keep his progress slow. All he wants it more of Jason, around him and next to him.

"Oh God," Peter breathes, trembling with the effort it takes to keep his hips still. That searching hand slides down Jason's side and Peter bends at the waist to kiss along his chiseled, smooth back. The kisses he slides across the skin are feverish, but it seems to be helping him keep his agonizing pace.