[ peter gives way to those insistent lips with an ease not unlike breathing, quentin's need far too compelling and magnetic to deny. he obliges, happily, fingertips trailing down his neck and settling at his collarbone. reactive is good, for all his teasing remarks, reactive is really fucking good and quite possibly... addictive.
he pants lightly against quentin's mouth, just as hungry for every kiss he has to offer. the hand between them slowing its pace — grasp still firm and sure — intent on drawing this out as long as possible.
a moment later, peter breaks the kiss with a husky, ] Let me, [ then slides himself down the wall, all but eager to get his mouth on him that he doesn't afford him the same attention. (he'll make up for that later.) he wastes no time to run the flat of his tongue from base to tip, then pauses to pay special attention to the frenulum. ]
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he pants lightly against quentin's mouth, just as hungry for every kiss he has to offer. the hand between them slowing its pace — grasp still firm and sure — intent on drawing this out as long as possible.
a moment later, peter breaks the kiss with a husky, ] Let me, [ then slides himself down the wall, all but eager to get his mouth on him that he doesn't afford him the same attention. (he'll make up for that later.) he wastes no time to run the flat of his tongue from base to tip, then pauses to pay special attention to the frenulum. ]