[ Jeff stretches out indulgently, as if he belongs right here in Peter's bed. Relaxed, except for the way his breath draws in, sharp, and holds, as the older man lays a hand on his stomach. Anticipation, because he doesn't know if he wants that hand to move south, or north, or stay right there. He breathes out slowly, breath hitching with a shiver if Peter just so happens to touch a tattoo that's just above his hip: an intricate, peaceful sun mandala. ]
And you look good over me. [ He lifts his brows, crooked little smile on his face. ] So much for keeping your hands to yourself, huh.
[ The tattoo is not a surprise. If Peter had found none on Jeff, then he would have been surprised. The man screamed basic Cali boy and, frankly, Peter liked it. Of those outside his world that he'd met, Jeff seemed the most normal like him. There was a comfort in that. ]
It would've done neither of us any good. [ It's not winning if the other player quits, Jeff! It's called "not losing." Now shut up and let Peter kiss you. He presses Jeff into the mattress with his added weight, his mouth demanding he simply give in and let Peter have a taste. ]
[ That's right! He's very normal. Not a wizard, and that tattoo definitely isn't covering up some youthful cavorting-with-demons mistake. ]
Mm, can't argue there. [ He offers Peter a lazy smile, tilting his face up to meet that kiss. And there's definitely a way he seems to relax beneath Peter's weight, the whole-body equivalent of letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. An easy willingness to let go and invite Peter in-- with his mouth, yielding for him, and his hands, one reaching for the back of the other man's head, and the other sliding down his back. He holds him close as he kisses back, legs splaying beneath Peter, somewhere between brazen and relaxed as he pushes his hips up. ]
[ With Jeff's hands on him, his body melting underneath him, Peter hums his appreciation every time the man rocks into him. And he returns the favor grabbing him between his spread legs and slowly, idly stroking Jeff back to his full arousal. ]
[ It doesn't take much to get a reaction from his body; Jeff's so keyed up already, and there's nothing like the feeling of skin-on-skin to get his full attention. Especially when it comes to hands like Peter's, where every callous brings just a little more sensation to keep him on edge. And he responds by pushing into Peter's hand, receptive and only kind of demanding. His hand, curious and exploring, eventually settles on Peter's ass.
He's got a nice ass. May as well give it a squeeze. ]
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And you look good over me. [ He lifts his brows, crooked little smile on his face. ] So much for keeping your hands to yourself, huh.
[ This means JEFF WINS, RIGHT? ]
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It would've done neither of us any good. [ It's not winning if the other player quits, Jeff! It's called "not losing." Now shut up and let Peter kiss you. He presses Jeff into the mattress with his added weight, his mouth demanding he simply give in and let Peter have a taste. ]
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Mm, can't argue there. [ He offers Peter a lazy smile, tilting his face up to meet that kiss. And there's definitely a way he seems to relax beneath Peter's weight, the whole-body equivalent of letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. An easy willingness to let go and invite Peter in-- with his mouth, yielding for him, and his hands, one reaching for the back of the other man's head, and the other sliding down his back. He holds him close as he kisses back, legs splaying beneath Peter, somewhere between brazen and relaxed as he pushes his hips up. ]
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He's got a nice ass. May as well give it a squeeze. ]