God, but it would be so easy just to take him, to give in to the lust and the need and not care about anything else. Already, just in mutual heat and need, it was better than his first time with another of his own gender, but he had a need, at war with his body's demands, to make it better than good, to show Peter what and why and how their bodies could fit and move together.

He returned the kiss, letting the hand at Peter's hip slide up under his shirt, across his stomach, feeling the line of his muscles, before pushing the shirt up. Already he was aching for more, to explore a body like and unlike, familiar and not, to see what was the same and what was different and what he responded to. But he made his touches softer, tongue meeting Peter's with hunger, but tempering it, control clamping down as he tried to slow the pulsing need to something more like heated exploration.

You only get one first time, he chided gently, thinking it loud and clear and outside the boundaries and walls he'd learned to keep up from Maury Parkman.