Peter can feel Jason trembling along with him, and it inspires a bit of stability. With a hand that he still cannot quite steady, he slides his fingers first, then his palm down Jason's side and over his middle. With another few ghosts of his fingertips, he curls that arm around Jason, steadies him. From here, he can better kiss his neck, slide up to his jaw and settle his lips at Jason's ear once again. Teeth make the first contact, then tongue, and finally Peter is using his newfound leverage to press his hips forward and fully fill Jason. If the action alone hadn't been enough to knock the wind out of Peter (and it was), the proximity would have done the job anyway. Peter's mouth is still at Jason's ear, but he can't bite or kiss. In fact, it takes him several tries to make any sound at all and the first attempt is a swoon of a gasp. There, draped over Jason's back, inside him, Peter remains for a little longer than he intended.

Slowly, his brain seems to reboot. His free hand smooths over Jason's arm, caresses all the way down until Peter's locked his fingers into Jason's over the back of his hand. This almost causes them to tumble over, and Peter catches himself, steadies Jason. The integrity of this structure is questionable, and Peter simply cannot troubleshoot it in his current state. Instead, he straightens his back to sit up. He can't help but stop here for a second, with Jason bent over, and roll his hips to press fully back into Jason, then back.

It's not enough, somehow; he needs more of Jason. "Come here," he breathes, and it's still somehow a sweet sort of request. He helps Jason to get upright, pressing his chest flush against Jason's back. Here, he can crane his neck enough to kiss Jason as he rolls his hips. It works magnificently, and Peter's victory cry is actually an obscene groan into Jason's mouth.