Peter blushed at Quill’s compliment and reached up to unbutton his shirt first and tossed it to the side. Then he fumbled to unbuckle his own belt and unbutton his pants. This was getting serious. If they were caught now, there would be no doubt what was happening. Anyone could come out onto the roof and see Peter kneeling naked in a puddle of debauchery. Peter knew it should scare him, but fuck if it didn’t excite him. There was nothing to destroy the persistent image of him as a child than to see him with his own come running down his thighs and a cock in his mouth.

Peter stood long enough to step out of his pants and underwear and toss them on top of his discarded shirt. Quill was still mostly clothed and part of Peter was sad about it, but the other half liked the contrast. Hell, Peter liked being the reason that Quill was losing his composure. He couldn’t wait to get back to it, but first…first Peter grabbed Quill’s collar and dragged him down and kissed him. Not a soft peck. Not even the long, closed lip kiss that he’d given a select few. No, this kiss started open mouthed and sloppy but in the best way. Peter sucked the older man’s lower lip into his mouth and nipped at the soft flesh even as his lips spread in a cross between a grin and a smirk. He’d just had his first real kiss and it was with the taste of cock in his mouth. Somehow, he wasn’t sorry at all.

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