Peter arched and stretched, standing on tip toe in an effort to find some equal footing in this kiss. His tongue tangled and dueled with Rory's until he could convince the other to retreat and give Peter a chance to explore the depths of his mouth instead. He was passing familiar with the warm, wet recesses but having the opportunity to reacquaint himself with Rory's taste and the textures found there...Peter moaned and gripped the other man tightly.

Firm bodies pressed together and created a heat that even the completely human male couldn't ignore. The grinding of hips began to make Peter wish they'd removed more than shirts, jeans becoming uncomfortably tight as he strained against rough denim and added to the friction as he met each of Rory's movements with countering actions of his own.

This was shaping up to be something fast, and hot and furious. Peter wasn't going to back down any more that Rory was and when he moved his eager hands down the length of the other's back once more, he slipped them into the back of Rory's jeans, not over them. Another groan, pleased and almost satisfied as fingers dug into bare, soft flesh and not more fabric--Rory was wearing far less than young Webster, it would seem.

Perfect.