Peter's reactions were encouraging, so Bobby kept doing exactly what he was doing. He was a little shit sometimes, sure, but Bobby was a pleaser. It was how he was able to be with all his girlfriends over the years; he made it about them since he couldn't make it about himself. He wanted the people around him to have fun and enjoy themselves. Frankly, it made Bobby feel good. It always had, since the earliest days at Xavier's School.
Those fingers in his hair were a welcome touch. One of his favorites, actually. And Peter's big hands made it better. Bobby kept drawing lines of kisses across his torso like it was a treasure map. He'd gotten too low to cradle Peter's torso, so his hands joined in the exploration of his body. One eventually found purchase in Peter's hand again, just like it had before, apparently a gesture of affection that Bobby really liked. The other gripped and pulled and rubbed across the expanse of Peter's torso, down one leg, and up again. It passed up the inner thigh, sliding over the denim material, and in a moment of daring Bobby continued up into Peter's groin which he gave an exploratory squeeze before moving back up to his stomach.
The man's words were completely right. It's what Bobby wanted. But was it possible with a civilian? Was it possible with someone that couldn't understand his life, his sacrifices, his traumas, and his triumphs? Was it possible with someone that Bobby would always have to worry about? With someone he thought of, even if only on a subconscious level, as fragile? Superpowered dudes came with their own baggage, sure, but at least they'd be able to get each other.
"I dunno about some guy," Bobby finally replied, looking up again at Peter from where he'd finished his lips' latest line of affection. He could feel his chin touching the waistband of Peter's jeans. "But, right now, I know there's one guy I don't want to deny."