Even the softness of Peter's fingers tangling in his dampened hair is enough to draw multiple, soft noises from Jason, halfway between whimpers and moans. Peter's eyes are wild and his touch is insistent as much as it is desperate; he's unraveling from his usual composure and Jason, addicted, can't get enough of the sight or sensation. He leans down as Peter pulls on his hair, presses their hot foreheads together as curls and works his fingers inside of Peter.

When Peter pulls him down into a kiss, Jason groans, parting Peter's lips with his tongue as he kisses back more fervently. God, the noises Peter makes. He shudders, the sound of Peter's cries and pleading jolting all the way down through his belly, nearly driving him mad. His own, blue eyes are as clouded and glazed as Peter's lips parted in obscene prayer.

He adds a third finger then, curling and twisting, aiming for that spot he knows will send stars across Peter's eyes. As Jason feels himself falling apart as well, he manages a smirk as he moves into kiss Peter again, long and hard and greedy. "Please what?" He asks, eyes alight with mischief and teasing.