Tristan was more than happy to tilt his head back, allowing Peter better access to the sensitive skin of his neck, teeth digging into his lower lip as he held back a moan. “Fuck, yes. I want to be only yours.” His body shivered, arching up towards Peter, encouraging him silently. His hands began to unfasten the buttons on the man’s shirt, craving skin-to-skin contact with him. “I’ll do anything it takes, I promise.” His voice was low and husky, barely more than a growl. His hips bucked against Peter’s hand. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. I want you to ruin me. I want you to own me.” For a moment, he sat up – just long enough to wriggle out of the ridiculously tight jeans he’d worn that night, with nothing underneath, of course – before returning to his position underneath Peter, one arm around his neck. “I want you to make sure I never want anyone else again. Please.” The marks he had intended to leave on the older man were coming along nicely, false nails leaving impressive grooves in the skin that he was sure he could make bleed after a few more attempts.
Peter gave an approving hum as Tristan bared his neck more, biting a little harder, but not enough to draw blood as he let his shirt unbutton. Once it was unfastened, he pulled away long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it to the side. The words made a possessive growl pass his lips, leaning to kiss Tristan hard. “Only mine?” he replied. “I only want you, too, Tris, and choosing me can be risky. Are you sure you’re ready for that level of commitment?” he asked huskily, wanting complete honesty and loyalty between them. He laughed softly, the tone husky and quiet, hands roaming Tristan’s now nude body. “Fuck, you look so much better than I thought you would.” He leaned to trail kisses down from the other’s neck, away from the dark bruise so suckle at Tristan’s chest, nipping at the other’s body as he moved. “Gonna mark you all up, nice and pretty for me.” He gave a pleased growl as Tristan’s nails dug into his skin, eyes flaring red. “Feels good, do that again.” he urged with a mix between a growl and a purr, one hand moving to brush his fingers along Tristan’s length. “You’ll feel me for days when I’m done taking care of you.”
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