“Hey…” Tristan whined as his cigarette was taken from him, but he stepped closer to Peter anyway, letting his arm snake around his neck. His other hand grabbed the man’s shirt tightly and he leaned in close, smirking down at him. “Like I said, you underestimate me. Of course I can handle it.” Sure, Peter wasn’t human, but that wouldn’t stop Tristan from being just as cocky as always. “Can you handle me?”
Peter leaned closer, undeterred by Tristan’s confidence and leaning to whisper in the other’s ear. “I can handle you just fine, love. If you let me.” his voice was low, almost a purr, as he reached up to slide a hand beneath Tristan’s shirt. He hummed at the warmth under his hand as he touched the other’s side, tilting his head to playfully bite at Tristan’s neck. “Can you go all night for me, Tris?” he teased.
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