[ it's torture, the slowness, but in a way, he likes it too. he likes the way he feels inside him, the way he kisses him. even the sound of his breathing is almost a comfort, shifting with a thrust in to wrap his legs around him so he can help with the way he fucks into him on the next roll forward. it's deep and so, so good. almost too good—if there was such a thing.
his erection, having flagged just a little with the prep, drags between them with each movement, hard again and in desperate need of attention. prompto slides his hands along peter's chest, one gently gripping at his necklace as the other reaches down to grip himself and stroke with the rhythm of their bodies. and the moan that leaves him is loud, murmuring peter's name as he pulls him into a hard kiss. ]
no subject
his erection, having flagged just a little with the prep, drags between them with each movement, hard again and in desperate need of attention. prompto slides his hands along peter's chest, one gently gripping at his necklace as the other reaches down to grip himself and stroke with the rhythm of their bodies. and the moan that leaves him is loud, murmuring peter's name as he pulls him into a hard kiss. ]