Sliding a hand up to Peter's head he buries his fingers into the man's hair as he holds him close, his other arm around the man tightening.
For a few moments he can't think, can't do anything except feel; feel Peter's mouth on his neck, feel Peter coming hot inside of him, filling him up, feeling Peter's hips rock into him as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm. He can feel when the swell of power inside of him starts to die down, ebb away from the edges. Can feel the way Peter's own power rises to meet his own- or maybe it's his that rose to meet Peter's, he doesn't know.
Either way, for one joyous moment it feels like they're one.
The way Peter says his name causes a pleased shudder to roll through him, his fingers slowly carding through the man's hair, and as he's laying there slowly coming down from the pleasure a startling revelation comes to him.
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For a few moments he can't think, can't do anything except feel; feel Peter's mouth on his neck, feel Peter coming hot inside of him, filling him up, feeling Peter's hips rock into him as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm. He can feel when the swell of power inside of him starts to die down, ebb away from the edges. Can feel the way Peter's own power rises to meet his own- or maybe it's his that rose to meet Peter's, he doesn't know.
Either way, for one joyous moment it feels like they're one.
The way Peter says his name causes a pleased shudder to roll through him, his fingers slowly carding through the man's hair, and as he's laying there slowly coming down from the pleasure a startling revelation comes to him.
He loves this man.