[ He's very grateful that Peter doesn't ask. Not that he'd mind talking about them, but not right at the moment, when it would involve stopping what they were doing to talk. And talking is the last thing he wants to do right now.
He groans when Peter yanks on his hair, letting his head fall back with the forceful hold. He slots his knee farther up between Peter's thighs, moaning lowly when he rocks his hips and finds relief in the friction between their bodies.
His hands move to the button in Peter's trousers, popping it open in an eager rush, while he leans in and bites at Peter's lips. ]
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He groans when Peter yanks on his hair, letting his head fall back with the forceful hold. He slots his knee farther up between Peter's thighs, moaning lowly when he rocks his hips and finds relief in the friction between their bodies.
His hands move to the button in Peter's trousers, popping it open in an eager rush, while he leans in and bites at Peter's lips. ]