This... this he could get into. Simon felt so different compared to the people he had tried in the past - girls, to start, to make his parents happy, boys, eventually, when he started to realize what he was. Simon felt stronger, compact, sturdy under his hands as his hands came up and his palms smoothed over the muscular back. He hesitated on pushing for more, given how very much Simon liked to be in control of it, but he wasn't sure where the boundaries lied with any of that, even if they agreed to this. Could he never push again? Or did he have to ask? Try to remember those for later, Peter.

Instead, he let out a pleased little sigh against Simon's lips, arching his back slightly in an encouraging way to press their chests together. How far would Simon go tonight? ...Would he enjoy it if they went further if it wasn't tinged yet with his lifestyle, or was that just too boring for him?