[ it's unmistakable — the press of quentin's erection to his hip — it has his heart pounding just a little harder, head swimming in possibilities and all mixing together in a heady combination. the rush catches peter off guard, and while quentin rambles off in all directions, it's all he can really think about.

it takes a surprising amount of willpower not to claim quentin's lips again, to derail that particular train of thought in an attempt to throw all reason out the window. even more so with their unrelenting proximity, lips so close that with one tug, peter could effectively shut him up. instead, he listens with mild amusement, the tiniest curve settling in at the corner of his mouth as he draws haphazard designs at quentin's neck, trailing just below the collar of his shirt.

finally, he lets out a sigh of his own and nods briefly. ]

I know... I know you don't, I just— got caught up. [ he wets his lips, and lets his other hand settle at quentin's hip, doing nothing to push or pull. just there... as a reminder. ] You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.

—kiss you, I mean. [ and well, everything else that goes along with it, but that's probably blatantly obvious by now. ]

But uh... unless you plan to bring out whips and chains, I think I'll be alright. [ he smiles, lopsided and playful in nature, ] or... if you'd rather play nurse for a while longer, don't let me ruin your plans.