[ a laugh punches through peter as he drops his head back against the bed, running his fingers through his own hair to smooth it out— probably futile, all things considered. it's a fair question, though, peter doesn't exactly make a habit of talking about his romantic life, or lack thereof... for good reason, he thinks.
but before he can even think to give a proper answer, peter's breath hitches as those fingers ease into him, cock twitching in response to the stretch, to the sensation of being filled. ]
Oh my— Fuck— [ he let out a breathy laugh, and lifts his other knee, heel pressed into the mattress to spread himself wider for quentin. ] You really gonna— ah— [ he then pushes himself up to rest on his elbows, ] ask me that with your fingers inside me?
[ peter gently rocks his hips down in an attempt to plunge them deeper, biting lightly at the corner of his lip, ] I'm single, if it makes you feel better.
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but before he can even think to give a proper answer, peter's breath hitches as those fingers ease into him, cock twitching in response to the stretch, to the sensation of being filled. ]
Oh my— Fuck— [ he let out a breathy laugh, and lifts his other knee, heel pressed into the mattress to spread himself wider for quentin. ] You really gonna— ah— [ he then pushes himself up to rest on his elbows, ] ask me that with your fingers inside me?
[ peter gently rocks his hips down in an attempt to plunge them deeper, biting lightly at the corner of his lip, ] I'm single, if it makes you feel better.