Peter's noise jolts right through Jason; he smirks into the sudden kiss Peter presses to his lips, as though that could cover the beautiful, guttural utterance he's already heard. Catching Peter off-guard like this never fails to excite him; perfectly composed Peter, unraveling at his touch.

He groans into the kiss as Peter walks backward towards the closest bed, letting his hands wander as he playfully helps shove Peter onto it. Jason pulls back for just a moment, savoring the sight of Peter laying beneath him, once-neat hair sticking out like a messy halo and framing that beautiful, freckled face flush from all their kissing and wanting. Jason's breath hitches at the sight; his stomach tightens with warmth.

There's something especially exquisite about Peter laying against the sheets, his pants open but still clinging to his body as he attempts to pull them off. And the way he utters Jason's name, softly as a prayer, well. Jason gasps in response, leaning in to steal another kiss. God, he loves Peter so much.

"Need a hand?" He asks, innocently as he can muster while still grasping Peter, moving his hand just a moment to be able to assist Peter in pulling his pants the rest of the way off. Once that task is accomplished, Jason brings one hand back to stroking Peter and the other to start wandering across his lover's chest.

"I did mean it, you know," he says as he moves to begin pressing slow, hot kisses down Peter's neck. "I'm going to kiss every freckle on your body."