Gradually, the movements of his hips subside. Jason lets out a low noise, something that almost resembles a whimper, when Peter pulls out of him. The sudden emptiness and the realization of cold air against his sweat-soaked skin almost shock him; he continues to shudder in Peter's arms as the aftershocks flow through him. He feels that huff of breath of an apology and he smiles, not bothered in the least by the tightness of Peter's grip. Indeed, he rather enjoyed how tightly Peter held onto him, throughout it all. Jason whines a bit at those kisses across his shoulders, leaning into the pressure of Peter's lips. He flops in Peter's lap, utterly boneless. He lacks the energy to move himself; more than that is the pleasure he gets from being held in Peter's lap. And then Peter's using his own trick against him, licking his hand clean. Jason moans helplessly, mouth falling open in a gape as he squirms in Peter's arms at the sight. Fuck, he's so high on Peter right now. On all of the ways Peter helped him fall apart.

Jason sighs as Peter pulls him back with him against the headboard. He lets his head fall back into the crook of Peter's neck, content to lay like this for as long as he can get away with it.

"Mmmm nghh." He feels the flush rise all the way to his ears when he tries to speak and fails. God, Peter literally fucked him senseless. He lets out another whimper of an attempted word, hiding behind his hands when that attempt fails too.

God, he is such a goddamn mess.