"You make me want you," Bobby laughed as he pulled his fingers through Peter's hair. The heat of his skin was incredible and so was the feeling of his body, bigger and taller than his own, laying on top of him. "All of you."
The sensation of Peter's finger breaching into him wasn't at all what he expected. He supposed he thought it would hurt more, considering (again) what the message boards all said. But it didn't hurt. It was strange, that was for sure, but it didn't hurt. He could handle this, Bobby thought, it wasn't frightening. Especially not with Peter.
"I know you do, Peter," he whispered, eyebrows furrowed with desire as they kissed again. He felt himself constrict reflexively like it was trying to draw Peter's finger in. The slow burning heat gave him time to really drink in each sensation, not at all the mile-a-minute kind of fuck he was used to that left his mind spinning. It was nice, being there and being submissive for once. He liked giving Peter the reins, letting him take control.
"Feels good, baby," he said, running icy fingertips down Peter's spine to mix with the intense heat of their arousal. His other hand, still warm to the touch, gently cupped Peter's face and stroked his cheek.