[ peter swallows — always — makes a show of it like a greedy little bottom, humming lightly as he licks his lips. ]
That was fucking hot, [ a small coquettish grin curls into place at one side of his mouth, his own hands smoothing over quentin's hips to keep himself overstimulating him just to hear those sounds again. the touch to his jaw should have peter recoiling but... there's something so erotic about pain when he's aroused as fuck, the intensities commingling at its finest grind.
it makes him ache.
peter meets quentin's tongue with his own, remnants of his orgasm still left behind, his kiss intense, hungry and unbridled. he only breaks for a desperate plea as he pushes himself off the shower floor. ] Touch me, [ a breath, ] Please.
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That was fucking hot, [ a small coquettish grin curls into place at one side of his mouth, his own hands smoothing over quentin's hips to keep himself overstimulating him just to hear those sounds again. the touch to his jaw should have peter recoiling but... there's something so erotic about pain when he's aroused as fuck, the intensities commingling at its finest grind.
it makes him ache.
peter meets quentin's tongue with his own, remnants of his orgasm still left behind, his kiss intense, hungry and unbridled. he only breaks for a desperate plea as he pushes himself off the shower floor. ] Touch me, [ a breath, ] Please.