The way his breath had been hitching, the way his hips had been thrusting into Peter's grasp it was clear that Bobby wouldn't have lasted long under that touch. His balls had wound tightly against him, the throb at the base of his cock causing him to tense every muscle as the sensation rocked through him. He was sure that Peter was going to finish him off that way, and then when he didn't Bobby found himself fighting for his breath.
"Y-yeah, I know what--" Bobby swallowed hard, eyes fluttering a little as he came down from that serious case of edging, "I know what you mean."
It was hard to think of anything, honestly. Bobby kept getting lost in every touch that Peter inflicted on him, especially those deliciously rough kisses at his throat. It was perfect, just like he said. When Peter's hand started moving again, it recreated the excitement of the unknown in his gut. Bobby was happy to follow his lead, lifting his legs higher to raise his ass for Peter's use. The pressure against his perineum created a sensation that he'd never felt before, almost like the man was still massaging his cock without even touching it. Peter's sudden fingers over his hole caused a sharp inhale and the muscles in his pelvic floor flexed in response.
He tried to relax; it's what every dumb message board about gay sex had said. Relax, relax, relax. How the fuck could he relax when an incredibly hot superhero was on top of him and touching him like that? Bobby exhaled, nostrils flaring. He touched Peter, gripping his shoulders and his back, using him as an anchor and feeling his strength to try and calm himself down. After a few seconds, he felt it start to work. Or maybe Peter knew exactly what he was doing with those fingers, and that firm, sure, rotating touch was evoking a specific reaction from his body.
Bobby couldn't see Peter's face with him buried against his neck, so all he could do was squeeze him encouragingly and whisper in his ear, "Please..."