Rory made a small, husky sound of approval when Peter's hand started wandering the bare skin of his back, and another when his fingers teased at entering unexplored territory. Every touch of skin against skin fed the need inside him, made the fire burn a little higher. Peter's playful acquiescence, however, earned him another nip to that delectably swollen lower lip of his.
"No," he said, his tone soft velvet over a mere hint of steel. "No 'rock star', Peter. And no pliant, eager to please fan either, not from you." Rory's words were firm, but his hands continued to stroke and caress. "If I'd wanted that, I would have called one of the phone numbers that got slipped into my pockets after the performance. I didn't."
His lips curved into another slow, heated smile as his hand wandered from his friend's back toward his hip. "This should be as much about what you want as what I want, a chara." Maybe three inches of air remained between their bodies. Plenty of room for Rory to slip that wayward hand between them, ease open the shirt button just above Peter's waistband and slide two fingers inside to explore the sensitive skin of his stomach.
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Date: 2009-05-01 10:33 pm (UTC)"No," he said, his tone soft velvet over a mere hint of steel. "No 'rock star', Peter. And no pliant, eager to please fan either, not from you." Rory's words were firm, but his hands continued to stroke and caress. "If I'd wanted that, I would have called one of the phone numbers that got slipped into my pockets after the performance. I didn't."
His lips curved into another slow, heated smile as his hand wandered from his friend's back toward his hip. "This should be as much about what you want as what I want, a chara." Maybe three inches of air remained between their bodies. Plenty of room for Rory to slip that wayward hand between them, ease open the shirt button just above Peter's waistband and slide two fingers inside to explore the sensitive skin of his stomach.