"Don't they?" Peter was fresh and new, barely touched and adorable in ways he couldn't claim to have ever known before. Simon couldn't blame the magnetism on his own libido, he couldn't blame it on lack of sex either. Peter satisfied more than just physically, although the breath on his ear as he nuzzled against him did really bad things to his resolve.

Pinning Peter between himself and the doorjam, Simon offered his lips again. Slowly. He wasn't going to let himself go overboard here. This wasn't about release or an itch to scratch. He genuinely liked Peter.

That was the whole problem. It meant monitoring himself.