Maybe all of this was a little fast, Peter wasn't usually the sort to do something like this, but it was Bobby and it didn't feel fast - even knowing this wasn't really his Bobby. He was alike enough, that it felt familiar while still being new and himself and different and Peter liked that too. He didn't feel like he was taking a stranger to bed as much as he felt like he was with an old friend.
"Yeah," Peter agreed, yeah he definitely wanted that too - to please Bobby and give him what he wanted as well, to make him feel as incredibly good as he'd already done for Peter and then some.
He huffed a little when Bobby reminded him of the sort of mess he'd made already as further proof that he was absolutely here and into this, "That is a pretty convincing argument." He agreed, and at the same time he slid his hand down from Bobby's side, until his fingertips met the waistband of that very same jock and then pushed beneath it, letting the fabric bunch at his wrist as he kept going until he could wrap his fingers around the length of him squeezing gently while he stroked his thumb up along the underside to rest right beneath the flared head.
"I want to hear you," Peter breathed, letting his lips brush along the line of Bobby's jaw and rubbed his thumb in tight circles there. "I want to make you feel so good." Whether it was just like this or they did more it didn't matter, he wanted Bobby to fly.