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Is this okay, Peter? Do you want this?
Of course, he sings back, burying his face against the fine pulse pounding in the long throat under his mouth, sucking a kiss there, feeling the shudders through the gorgeous body wound up with his. Of course I want this. Of course I want you. There's a face behind his eyes, smiling, brunet, luminous blue gaze, and heated smooth skin under his cheek, and a strong hand wrapped around his cock, and Peter loses himself in sensation and delight and darkness.
He wakes up face down in the hotel room pillow, half suffocated, his alarm blaring. His belly is sticky and when he gropes for his phone to shut off the goddamn alarm there's a piece of notepaper draped over it. Sorry to leave so early, it reads. I would've liked to wake up with you but prudence calls. NC.
"What," Peter says to himself, as he rubs his hand over his face, with great and sincere feeling, "the Fuck."
Is this okay, Peter? Do you want this?
Of course, he sings back, burying his face against the fine pulse pounding in the long throat under his mouth, sucking a kiss there, feeling the shudders through the gorgeous body wound up with his. Of course I want this. Of course I want you. There's a face behind his eyes, smiling, brunet, luminous blue gaze, and heated smooth skin under his cheek, and a strong hand wrapped around his cock, and Peter loses himself in sensation and delight and darkness.
He wakes up face down in the hotel room pillow, half suffocated, his alarm blaring. His belly is sticky and when he gropes for his phone to shut off the goddamn alarm there's a piece of notepaper draped over it. Sorry to leave so early, it reads. I would've liked to wake up with you but prudence calls. NC.
"What," Peter says to himself, as he rubs his hand over his face, with great and sincere feeling, "the Fuck."
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