Jason's fingers clutch and shift, savoring the softness of Peter's auburn hair rubbing up against the spaces in between them. His other hand squeezes Peter's, trying to find some semblance of stability even as he feels himself further unraveling at Peter's touch and movements. Jason's body arches against Peter, desperate for more of the sweat-infused connection of their bodies as he rocks with Peter's motions into him. Jason is lost entirely in a world composed of Peter; he doesn't even recognize their own dorm room as the passion building between them continues to burn like a escalating wildfire. Their lips part, and Jason lets out another whine for want of that connection.

Jason is barely able to distinguish the loving 'shh' Peter whispers into his ear; the laughter that follows runs right through him, inspiring him to shudder harder. And the words Peter pours into his ears after. Not to mention the filthy symphony coming from him as well. Jesus Christ, Jason's head tilts back even further as he tries to contain another groan. "Trying. I. Trying," he replies, voice coarse from desire. He's only just barely coherent. "But can't. Hard. Oh. Oh."

And then Peter's hand is closing around his dick, and Jason loses the ability to talk altogether. He keeps making those noises, though. As much as it pains him to do so, he pulls his hand from Peter's hand to cover his mouth, knowing he can't contain the volume of his own desperation. He moans and pants from behind his hand as his hips jerk between Peter's dick and his hand, desperately craving the friction of it. He feels as though they are both spinning on a carousel, building up speed and intensity. Jason's skin feels fit to burst at any moment. And God. Peter's open mouth pressed against his shoulder. Jason can feel the way Peter tastes him, and it's enough that he feels like he might as well be on any number of Lucas' substances. He moans Peter's name again from behind his own hand.