Peter moaned, groaned, arched and bucked under Rory's various nips, nibbles and caresses. There was no resistance from the younger, shorter man but there was plenty of wordless pleading for more as he dug fingers into Rory's back, tipped his head to one side to offer more access to a neck that wanted further attention.

His heart beat faster with every shirt button popped and breath quickened as wandering fingers covered more ground. "Yeah..." This was what he wanted. This and maybe that as Rory brushed over Peter's nipple with a maddeningly slow stroke of a thumb pad.

Peter blinked when Rory backed up and dropped his hands, frowned until he saw what the other man was doing. His own shirt hanging open, Peter moved to pull the bare-chested singer back to him. Skin to skin. Now.

Their height difference was Peter's momentary boon. He could press his chest against Rory's torso and still press open-mouthed kisses along the upper portion of the man's chest. Dip his head and worry a hardening nipple with the tip of a very warm tongue.