[ By now, he's memorized the taste of her, the softness of her lips, committed it all to heart, but this is— different. Because the context is new – and for Peter, the reasoning is new, too. Not scratching an itch, not just shoving away that particular brand of loneliness that solo travel brings with it, not just trying to while away a night.
This is— important, and he always knew it would be, assuming they ever got here. (Of course, Peter hoped they would, and he's glad that his hopes won't go unfulfilled.) This is important, and he wants to take care of her. He wants it all to be perfect.
— although thoughts of "taking care of her" are nearly chucked out the window when her hand finds his cock. He inhales sharply, letting out a soft, startled sound that goes trapped between their mouths once her fingers ghost along the length of him. Instinctively, his hips shift, seeking out her touch, rocking against her. ]
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This is— important, and he always knew it would be, assuming they ever got here. (Of course, Peter hoped they would, and he's glad that his hopes won't go unfulfilled.) This is important, and he wants to take care of her. He wants it all to be perfect.
— although thoughts of "taking care of her" are nearly chucked out the window when her hand finds his cock. He inhales sharply, letting out a soft, startled sound that goes trapped between their mouths once her fingers ghost along the length of him. Instinctively, his hips shift, seeking out her touch, rocking against her. ]