Jason feels the vibrations of Peter's lips pressed together against shoulder, and an answering moan escapes out of him in turn. He gasps, leaning into Peter's lips a bit. His senses are heightened by the building heat and desire between them; the world glazes over in the wake of the love unfurling between them. Jason is dizzy and tangled up with Peter and God, it feels so good. His breath stammers out like pulses from his heart at each thrust and jerk of Peter's hand; try as he might, he can't contain even the smallest of sounds as they tumble from his lips.

And then Peter is kissing his way to Jason's mouth, and Jason's hand doesn't even bother resisting - it slides helplessly to the side as Jason moves to fulfill Peter's breathless request, feeling his stomach tighten and the heat coiled in his belly beginning to surge. And Peter has his arm wound so tight around Jason, it almost hurts, but in such a way that only inspires more pleasure within him. Jason leans in to kiss Peter, sloppily and desperately, as his hips stutter in time with Peter's thrusts and the motions of his hand.

"P-Peter," he whines into the kiss, unable to properly shut his mouth all the way. His hand clutches again in Peter's hair, though never enough to hurt him. Jason feels on the verge of falling over a cliff, body tense and loose all at once. "Please, Peter. Close. So close. Oh." He arches his neck back again, desperately gulping in air now as the remnants of his composure flutter beneath Peter's touch.