[ peter greets quentin with a lazy, lopsided smile, still breathless as he encompasses him in his arms, returning every little kiss with a hum of contentment. the attention fills him with warm euphoria, spilling over in gentle, wandering hands, caressing the expanse of quentin's back.
he then brings both hands forward to smooth over quentin's temples, straight into his hair with a soft laugh, weightless, ] Mmm, so intimidating. [ he steals another kiss, ] It was awfully lonely up here—
[ the tips of his fingers stroke lightly, encouraging that call to sleep that so endearingly makes itself known. peter, himself, feels empty of energy, his muscles sated and sleepy, the pleasant sensation seeping through his limbs. ] Without your mouth to keep me company.
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he then brings both hands forward to smooth over quentin's temples, straight into his hair with a soft laugh, weightless, ] Mmm, so intimidating. [ he steals another kiss, ] It was awfully lonely up here—
[ the tips of his fingers stroke lightly, encouraging that call to sleep that so endearingly makes itself known. peter, himself, feels empty of energy, his muscles sated and sleepy, the pleasant sensation seeping through his limbs. ] Without your mouth to keep me company.