Peter kisses him, soft, reassuring, and quiet; a kiss so like Peter himself, in fact. Jason smiles, returning the kiss with a soft smile of his own. His gaze hardly ever breaks with Peter's; blue eyes boring into green. Here, in the safe space of their room, Jason can indulge in staring. He can gaze all he wants, pouring every unspoken truth out of himself for Peter to see. Their eyes do often meet, even in the hallways and in class. But Jason knows too well how to cover those gazes up as roommates merely passing each other by. It's the act of concealing himself away from the rest of the world. To hide the most vulnerable part of his life from the outside world.
God but Jason loves when Peter wrinkles his nose. It's somewhat rabbit-like, all scrunchy and adorable. It spurs on the warmth rapidly unfurling inside of him and makes him pause to consider how it is he's come to find someone like Peter. The question and answer to the looming, missing element in his life. Jason has been struggling against the idea of destiny all of his life; Peter liberates him from that. Makes him live in the moment and provides a place where he can be himself without the weight of expectation on him.
Peter's tightening lips and the way his voice comes out hoarse and rough draws a hitch of breath from Jason. He curls the first finger, adding to the friction as he waits desperately for more of Peter's beautiful noises. But then Peter's pulling him in for a crushing, hungry kiss and his insistent words.
"Hmm," Jason groans, his voice hoarse, moving to press another finger teasingly at Peter. "You make me nearly go out of mind. I can't stop thinking about your lips or your eyes. I'm supposed to concentrate in class and all I hear is your laughter. I think of you when I'm supposed to be praying. You and the way you graze your teeth across that bottom lip of yours." He has to pause as the heat tightens in his belly like a coil. He lets out a shuddering breath before starting to press wicked, hot kisses to Peter's neck.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" He nearly whispers. "How much you drive me crazy? Peter, you're perfect." He adds teeth to his kisses, pressing his second finger in more fully, desperate for more of Peter's reactions as he tries to ignore his own aching hardness.
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God but Jason loves when Peter wrinkles his nose. It's somewhat rabbit-like, all scrunchy and adorable. It spurs on the warmth rapidly unfurling inside of him and makes him pause to consider how it is he's come to find someone like Peter. The question and answer to the looming, missing element in his life. Jason has been struggling against the idea of destiny all of his life; Peter liberates him from that. Makes him live in the moment and provides a place where he can be himself without the weight of expectation on him.
Peter's tightening lips and the way his voice comes out hoarse and rough draws a hitch of breath from Jason. He curls the first finger, adding to the friction as he waits desperately for more of Peter's beautiful noises. But then Peter's pulling him in for a crushing, hungry kiss and his insistent words.
"Hmm," Jason groans, his voice hoarse, moving to press another finger teasingly at Peter. "You make me nearly go out of mind. I can't stop thinking about your lips or your eyes. I'm supposed to concentrate in class and all I hear is your laughter. I think of you when I'm supposed to be praying. You and the way you graze your teeth across that bottom lip of yours." He has to pause as the heat tightens in his belly like a coil. He lets out a shuddering breath before starting to press wicked, hot kisses to Peter's neck.
"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" He nearly whispers. "How much you drive me crazy? Peter, you're perfect." He adds teeth to his kisses, pressing his second finger in more fully, desperate for more of Peter's reactions as he tries to ignore his own aching hardness.