[If her looking at him like he was something she wanted to eat wasn't hard to think past, her mouth on his and her hands... jeez. Her hands on him again- it was impossible to try to be 'good'. He just wanted. Wanted her. Wanted whatever she wanted to do for as long as she wanted to do it.]
Yes. Please, yes. I-
[Say it, Peter, or you don't deserve to have it.]
I'd really like if you put your mouth on me.
[His cheeks flamed, but his hands were sliding up her arms, thumbs circling her shoulders when he reached them.]
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Yes. Please, yes. I-
[Say it, Peter, or you don't deserve to have it.]
I'd really like if you put your mouth on me.
[His cheeks flamed, but his hands were sliding up her arms, thumbs circling her shoulders when he reached them.]