He did. He'd affected Simon through that. This bit of information was more arousing than anything else though he couldn't have said why but it was on a level he'd never felt before. Constant. He could do constant. He'd been trying to say everything he could get out tonight--

Oh.

The kiss felt sweet, heated, and sung right down through him and back up again. Peter almost laughed at the feeling, leaning into the kiss eagerly. This, at least, he had done before, and he was the sort to be almost delicate, pulling his lips back ever so slightly to return again, eyes closed and body relaxed. Simon's hands felt strong and sure against his skin, but almost as if Simon was afraid to break him.

Maybe he didn't want Simon to be so careful anymore.