Oh, fuck, Peter. [ It feels Peter drags his soul down to his dick, dropping so quickly and honing in on that sensitive spot. He has thought about this. As he attests, Quentin has too, but he hadn't anticipated Peter being quite so ready.
[ Hopefully ready enough that it doesn't startle him when Quentin jerks forward instinctively. The jolt of pleasure through his hips doesn't leave much room for him to stop himself, and even as he whines-- ] sorry, fuck, I-- [ --his fingers are pushing into Peter's hair, rounding the back of his skull to protect it from the shower wall. He can't stop himself from thrusting, but he can keep it from hurting Peter unnecessarily. ]
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[ Hopefully ready enough that it doesn't startle him when Quentin jerks forward instinctively. The jolt of pleasure through his hips doesn't leave much room for him to stop himself, and even as he whines-- ] sorry, fuck, I-- [ --his fingers are pushing into Peter's hair, rounding the back of his skull to protect it from the shower wall. He can't stop himself from thrusting, but he can keep it from hurting Peter unnecessarily. ]