[It's his turn to stutter as he moves. The attention to his neck, and the wafting scent of Peter's arousal with the leg spreading get his heart racing.]
Holy shit. [He normally doesn't swear at all, but this is a lot. It's a good a lot, but holy shit. Feeling Peter damp against his finger, he leans his head back against the pile of pillows, closing his eyes and rubs against his clit harder.]
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Holy shit. [He normally doesn't swear at all, but this is a lot. It's a good a lot, but holy shit. Feeling Peter damp against his finger, he leans his head back against the pile of pillows, closing his eyes and rubs against his clit harder.]
You're nicer to me than you should be, oh my god.