"fuckin' christ," he mumbled through a mouthful, skin electric with how much he loved hearing those sounds β the little gasps, the way noah's breath hitched every time peter's tongue found that spot under the head.
his mind wandered while he continued sucking, eyes tracing over every little thing about noah that he could see from this angle. the glow of the tv cast blue light across noah's chest, catching the dark ink of the tattoo on his abdomen β words that peter had traced with his tongue a hundred times, or how he memorized every line and curve while noah slept. the way his stomach muscles tensed and released with each breath, the faint trail of hair below his navel disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, pulled down just enough to free his cock.
this was another reason he loved doing this while noah had something else to pay attention to β his eyes could wander, drink in the line of his jaw, the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the way his hands gripped his hair β everything about him that was fucking perfect. he hummed again, and when noah looked down at him for half a beat, peter pulled back slowly. he tsk'd, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and reached up to push noah's chin back up with two fingers, tilting his head toward the screen.
"keep lookin', baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low, and watched the way noah's throat bobbed when he swallowed. those pretty eyes flickered back to the screen, lashes dark against his cheeks, and peter grinned to himself before plopping back onto his knees, wrapping his lips around noah's cock again.
this time he took his time. no rush. he hollowed his cheeks and sucked in a slow, steady pull, tongue pressing flat against the underside. the sounds he made were obscene β each one designed to travel up noah's spine and make him squirm.
and god. he loved seeing the moment noah started to fall apart. the way his hands gripped tighter in peter's hair, fingers threading through the strands and pulling just enough to sting. the way his mouth parted, a silent gasp escaping that peter felt more than heard. the way his hips started to move in small, rocking motions, fucking into peter's mouth with a restraint that was clearly costing him. jesus christ he loved it. loved the control he had, even from his knees, even with noah's cock buried in his throat.
peter moaned around him, and he let his own hands wander β up noah's thighs, feeling the muscle tense under his palms. he could feel the heat radiating off noah's skin, the way his body was winding tighter and tighter like a spring. tension finally gave way and noah bucked into his mouth, a sharp, involuntary thrust that hit the back of peter's throat, and he groaned against noah β he held on, lips sealed tight, swallowing around the head as noah came with a pretty moan that peter had replayed in his head a thousand times. he stayed sucking through the aftershocks, his tongue working through each pulse until noah's hips stilled and his grip on peter's hair gentled to a soft caress.
eventually, peter moved his mouth off with a wet pop, and he wiped the back of his mouth with the back of his hand. he looked up at noah, chest heaving, and grinned β wide and warm and looking at him like he'd personally hung the fucking moon.
"yeah?" peter crawled back onto the couch, knees sinking into the cushion, and pressed a kiss against the side of his cheek. he could taste himself and noah mixed on his lips, a cocktail of sweat and come and something that felt dangerously like devotion. he snuggled into noah's side, legs tangling, and felt the rumble of noah's laugh against his shoulder.
"'s 'cause i got a perfect cock to practice with," he snickered, fingers drawing lazy circles on noah's thigh.
