Jason, staring intently as he is at Peter, can't help but notice the way he shakes. Trembles. Concerned, Jason leans in to press his forehead against Peter's, using his free hand to soothe down the side of one shaking arm. "Hey," he murmurs, looking directly into those sea glass eyes. "Everything okay?" He hopes he's done nothing to make Peter nervous. Jason still remembers their first time. The rush of limbs and tangling of bodies and lips. He remembers feeling as though he were falling, faster and deeper than ever before. He remembers the first time holding Peter in this way and the sudden memory inspires a sudden, overwhelming breathlessness over him. He feels as though they're both on the edge of a sort of precipice, on the verge of falling over said edge.
Jason has never felt more alive in his entire life than in this moment.
Peter's laugh, so lovely and lyrical, makes Jason grin in turn as he pulls out the lube and the condoms he'd made sure to sneak in when his parents weren't looking.
"Oh, you're still a boyscout," Jason assures him with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss Peter's nose and cheeks quickly. "Cute as a button and with the doe eyes to match." Peter's hands then find their way on his chest, soothing downward. "Peter," he gasps, pausing a bit to lean into that hot touch as he meets those eyes, intoxicated and feeling as though he might float out of his skin at any moment.
God, when Peter bites his lip like that.
"Fuck," Jason swears, shuddering and leaning into Peter's touch. He has to take a moment to catch his breath; he feels as though he caught a fist to his gut, just from the expression on Peter's face.
"God, Peter," he groans, leaning forward to kiss those tempting lips while flicking open the bottle in his other hand. He pours some of the liquid on a couple of fingers before gently pressing one of them into Peter as he desperately tries to maintain control over himself. "Do you know what you do to me?"
He leans back down, kisses Peter soundly and madly as he begins moving his finger in a slow, steady motion.
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Jason has never felt more alive in his entire life than in this moment.
Peter's laugh, so lovely and lyrical, makes Jason grin in turn as he pulls out the lube and the condoms he'd made sure to sneak in when his parents weren't looking.
"Oh, you're still a boyscout," Jason assures him with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss Peter's nose and cheeks quickly. "Cute as a button and with the doe eyes to match." Peter's hands then find their way on his chest, soothing downward. "Peter," he gasps, pausing a bit to lean into that hot touch as he meets those eyes, intoxicated and feeling as though he might float out of his skin at any moment.
God, when Peter bites his lip like that.
"Fuck," Jason swears, shuddering and leaning into Peter's touch. He has to take a moment to catch his breath; he feels as though he caught a fist to his gut, just from the expression on Peter's face.
"God, Peter," he groans, leaning forward to kiss those tempting lips while flicking open the bottle in his other hand. He pours some of the liquid on a couple of fingers before gently pressing one of them into Peter as he desperately tries to maintain control over himself. "Do you know what you do to me?"
He leans back down, kisses Peter soundly and madly as he begins moving his finger in a slow, steady motion.