Peter's eyes rove over the suddenly bared skin of Quentin's chest, greedy and obvious in the way he appreciates being able to see just that bit more of him. He's a gorgeous Alpha - fit, strong, dusted with hair in all the right places - and Peter let's his free hand slide down the curve of the other man's ribcage and grip tight when he presses in again. He feels himself squeeze around him, his hole clenching on his fingers like it would around his cock, which pulls another low groan from Peter's throat as his body tricks itself into thinking he's being fucked.

"Mmh ..."

Peter gives his dick a few leisurely pulls while he watches Quentin open up his jeans. Even half hard, his dick looks positively delicious, and he rolls his hips down onto his hand as he let's his mind wander to how it'll feel when it's slick and stuffed inside him.

"S'good," he manages, reaching down with his free hand to stroke and squeeze at the heft of it. Peter twists his fist around his own dick while he thumbs at the head of Quentin's, his colour hectic and his lips open around a couple of wet little pants.

"C'mon, just-- fuck me, I wanna feel you get hard in me."