(I don't even know which Peta and Peter this is. Not angstverse Peta and Peter, anyway, but a 'verse where they both coexist or something -- God, I don't know. This is PC!Caspian, anyway, or at most VotDT!Caspian. Huh, I wonder if this isn't a Peta!verse Caspian confronted with Peter. I don't know. Irrelevent in the face of porn!)
Pretend I'm not here. Easier said than done, even with Peter beneath him, kissing him back as though there really isn't anyone in the room. Thoughtfully, Caspian runs his hands up Peter's straining arms, feeling the muscle there, and keeps kissing Peter, moving his hips in infinitely small rotations as Peter arches up slightly, hoping the movements are too small to attract Peta's attention.
Peter bites his lower lip sharply to get his attention and strokes the bottom of one foot down the back of Caspian's calf; the feel of it goes straight to his groin. Peter shifts his hips to rub against Caspian's cock, thighs falling open a little in invitation as Caspian settles between them. He runs one hand down Peter's body from wrist to hip, feeling the tension tight beneath his palm, and curls his fingers around the base of Peter's cock.
Peter doesn't stop kissing him, but he moans into Caspian's mouth, head tilting back against the pillow. Caspian moves his hand up and down a few times, rubbing his thumb over the head, and then finds a rhythm he likes. Peter's hips arch off the bed with every stroke and his gasps into Caspian's mouth grow more and more ragged.
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Date: 2008-08-09 09:15 am (UTC)Pretend I'm not here. Easier said than done, even with Peter beneath him, kissing him back as though there really isn't anyone in the room. Thoughtfully, Caspian runs his hands up Peter's straining arms, feeling the muscle there, and keeps kissing Peter, moving his hips in infinitely small rotations as Peter arches up slightly, hoping the movements are too small to attract Peta's attention.
Peter bites his lower lip sharply to get his attention and strokes the bottom of one foot down the back of Caspian's calf; the feel of it goes straight to his groin. Peter shifts his hips to rub against Caspian's cock, thighs falling open a little in invitation as Caspian settles between them. He runs one hand down Peter's body from wrist to hip, feeling the tension tight beneath his palm, and curls his fingers around the base of Peter's cock.
Peter doesn't stop kissing him, but he moans into Caspian's mouth, head tilting back against the pillow. Caspian moves his hand up and down a few times, rubbing his thumb over the head, and then finds a rhythm he likes. Peter's hips arch off the bed with every stroke and his gasps into Caspian's mouth grow more and more ragged.