So frantic are Peter's movements now that he's pouring sweat that assists the friction between them. It's growing increasingly difficult to monitor what's falling from his lips but all he wants is to keep kissing Jason. Even when his boyfriend is too blissed out to be able to commit to his own feverish kisses back, Peter sucks and bites at his parted lips. He continues this frantic barrage of lips on lips until he's too close to divide his attention any further.
Before he can completely lose control, though, he palms a bit more of the lube into his hand. When it finds Jason's dick once again, the friction is looser and he can better twist his hand, knead his fingers over Jason. The ease of motion is so dizzying that he picks up his already fever-pitched pace and it's not long before he chokes out a warning cry of Jason's name. The heat and rhythm and stop-stuttering love that sparks between them is too much and he's barely reached the end of Jason's name before he's coming hard; so hard that he jerks his head back from Jason's mouth and nearly suffocates himself in Jason's neck. It's necessary, and even behind tightly pursed lips, the noise would have been easily audible outside the room, had it not been for his last few seconds of foresight. As he comes back around, he's relieved (and somewhat impressed) to see that his hand has not stopped and only barely stuttered in its concentrated efforts on Jason's cock. Once he's got his wits about him enough, he starts to roll his hips again, so dazed and dizzy and desperate to hear Jason tumble after him. Now that his own tension has been released, he has the brainpower to remember foresight and he jerks his neck up to cover Jason's mouth for so many reasons, but prominently to dampen the sound that his lover is too lovestruck and debauched to control. He can't help but breathe, "God, Jason, I love you," against his mouth.
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Before he can completely lose control, though, he palms a bit more of the lube into his hand. When it finds Jason's dick once again, the friction is looser and he can better twist his hand, knead his fingers over Jason. The ease of motion is so dizzying that he picks up his already fever-pitched pace and it's not long before he chokes out a warning cry of Jason's name. The heat and rhythm and stop-stuttering love that sparks between them is too much and he's barely reached the end of Jason's name before he's coming hard; so hard that he jerks his head back from Jason's mouth and nearly suffocates himself in Jason's neck. It's necessary, and even behind tightly pursed lips, the noise would have been easily audible outside the room, had it not been for his last few seconds of foresight. As he comes back around, he's relieved (and somewhat impressed) to see that his hand has not stopped and only barely stuttered in its concentrated efforts on Jason's cock. Once he's got his wits about him enough, he starts to roll his hips again, so dazed and dizzy and desperate to hear Jason tumble after him. Now that his own tension has been released, he has the brainpower to remember foresight and he jerks his neck up to cover Jason's mouth for so many reasons, but prominently to dampen the sound that his lover is too lovestruck and debauched to control. He can't help but breathe, "God, Jason, I love you," against his mouth.