[ He could hear the difference in Peter's voice, but he let himself be pushed just a little, pulling himself up the beg and smothering himself in the blanket. He didn't let go of Peter, using a little nudge of telekinesis all his own to urge Peter after him.
He stretched out on the bed, pressing his nose into the crook of Peter's throat, closing his eyes. He was past shaking, but when he ran his hand across Peter's chest, he could feel the hitch in his breath, betraying the emotions that were in turmoil just beneath the surface. ]
I know you won't.
[ Because he'd already asked that Peter not leave, and that hadn't changed yet. He slid his hand the rest of the way across Peter's chest, pressing against him under the blanket, warm and safe, and not smelling like ocean so much any more. ]
action;
He stretched out on the bed, pressing his nose into the crook of Peter's throat, closing his eyes. He was past shaking, but when he ran his hand across Peter's chest, he could feel the hitch in his breath, betraying the emotions that were in turmoil just beneath the surface. ]
I know you won't.
[ Because he'd already asked that Peter not leave, and that hadn't changed yet. He slid his hand the rest of the way across Peter's chest, pressing against him under the blanket, warm and safe, and not smelling like ocean so much any more. ]