As Peter suspected he might, he comes completely undone the moment Jason slides slowly, lovingly into him. He remembers in a flash of incoherence how the first few times had gone: the pain as they figured the logistics out, but the persistence for all the right reasons. Since he was a boy, Peter hadn't thought he would ever get to experience the kind of love he wanted: the sort that he's been raised to believe doesn't exist. Before he met Jason, before Peter could really put into words what he felt, all he could feel was like there was something wrong with him. Here, underneath the only person he's ever loved, could ever imagine loving, that's the only time he ever feels right.

Hot, sweating already from the frantic build-up, Peter finds his hand at Jason's shoulder again, coming in hard nails first, but he catches himself and smooths his hand out. Focusing on this grounds him enough that he manages not to cross the finish line the moment he feels Jason inside him, and this is just another reason he's grateful for the care Jason takes with him, now and always.

Eyes wide again, Peter watches Jason, listens to his constant stream of obscene, tantalizing sounds. He can feel the overwhelming heat he feels spreading through his boyfriend, as well, and while he has his wits about him enough to challenge Jason, he begins to move. A sound works its way from deep in his throat, but he stifles it in favor of hearing just how Jason feels about this new development.