He wasn't aiming to startle Krem, but the reaction made him smile, lips curling up while still pressed to the back of the other man's neck. He always gave the best reactions, occasionally surprised ones that soon enough turned into flirting, proof of Krem's quick thinking and keen wit that Peter enjoyed very much.
More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.
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More than once, Peter had wondered what Krem's home world must be like. He knows Bull and him are friends, and he has the feeling it might be a world similar to Molly and Fjord's. What he wonders the most is if the people there had treated Krem the way he deserves, with respect and adoration. He might ask one day if he finds the right moment.
His lips brushed against the offered neck, a tongue darting out to lick a wet stripe before he blew lightly over it, playing with the hot and cold sensations. Peter knew many ways to be distracting, and he enjoyed teasing more than he coudl put in words.
His hand found the unexpected lace, and he hummed in approval close to Krem's ear, teeth nipping at the earlobe. Peter didn't care about the quality, a potato sack would look gorgeous on Krem because it would be Krem wearing it, and he sure appreciated the effort the other man had put on their date to surprise him. It made something warm bloom on Peter's chest and spread down until it reached his lower belly.
"Once it's ready to cook...sounds too far away. I think I'll take you up on your offer." He said thickly, shifting to press his body against Krem, pinning him in place and pressing his hand between the man's thighs as suggested. It would be more fun once he got under Krem's clothes, but they had time and Peter's questing fingers wasted no time in trailing up Krem's inner thigh, stroking his slit through the fabric.