[ his hips stutter as quentin drives that desperate ache through him with a moan, his own hand winding into the sheets while he watches, gaze darkened with salacious detail. it feels— ]
Good. [ an affirmation that leaves him in something of a visceral groan. keep it up, and peter won't last very long. it's fairly easy to fall back into the rhythm, into the tension that had built up in the shower. ] Mm, so good. [ breathless this time, and he drops his head back before the rest of his body follows suit, focusing on squeezing his muscles around the fingers buried deep. ]
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Good. [ an affirmation that leaves him in something of a visceral groan. keep it up, and peter won't last very long. it's fairly easy to fall back into the rhythm, into the tension that had built up in the shower. ] Mm, so good. [ breathless this time, and he drops his head back before the rest of his body follows suit, focusing on squeezing his muscles around the fingers buried deep. ]