At Jason's hand in his hair, Peter huffs out another low moan. It gets drowned out by Jason's desperate panting, gasping, gorgeous whimpering and damn, he's not sure how long he's going to be able to keep this up. Jason's miles apart from his composure and it's decimating all of Peter's careful reserves. In what is surely the very last of Peter's self-control, he parts his lips from Jason's (as much as he doesn't want to) in favor of working his way back to his ear.
"Jason, God," Peter breathes, softer than a whisper against the folds of Jason's ear. He forgets his train of thought for a second, getting lost in the rhythm and sensation of moving into Jason's ass, the way that the offbeats are so clearly punctuated by Jason's indiscreet (and breathtaking) noises. When he hisses a soft, unobtrusive shhh into his lover's ear, he can't help but follow it with a little chuckle. "Fuck, I don't want you to stop but you have to -- God, fuck -- keep it down, gorgeous." Perhaps he doesn't want his boyfriend to feel scolded, or maybe he wants to make this new information as hard to deal with as possible because he takes Jason's cock in hand, taking care to stroke in time with his rolling thrusts. He's so dizzy with Jason's proximity and the electricity between them that he plants his forehead on Jason's shoulder for a few moments. Dazed and half-aware as he is, he still can't break the steady cadence of his hand or his hips. He can taste the perspiration on Jason's shoulder, feel it against his own parted lips as they let loose rushes of dazed and amazed huffs of breath. This is better than any substance Lucas hides under his mattress.
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"Jason, God," Peter breathes, softer than a whisper against the folds of Jason's ear. He forgets his train of thought for a second, getting lost in the rhythm and sensation of moving into Jason's ass, the way that the offbeats are so clearly punctuated by Jason's indiscreet (and breathtaking) noises. When he hisses a soft, unobtrusive shhh into his lover's ear, he can't help but follow it with a little chuckle. "Fuck, I don't want you to stop but you have to -- God, fuck -- keep it down, gorgeous." Perhaps he doesn't want his boyfriend to feel scolded, or maybe he wants to make this new information as hard to deal with as possible because he takes Jason's cock in hand, taking care to stroke in time with his rolling thrusts. He's so dizzy with Jason's proximity and the electricity between them that he plants his forehead on Jason's shoulder for a few moments. Dazed and half-aware as he is, he still can't break the steady cadence of his hand or his hips. He can taste the perspiration on Jason's shoulder, feel it against his own parted lips as they let loose rushes of dazed and amazed huffs of breath. This is better than any substance Lucas hides under his mattress.