Peter gave a soft, pleased noise under his breath and slid his arms around Simon, taking in this moment eagerly. He had wanted Simon for a while now, in every way, and if he was going to be involved in everything Simon was, he knew, he had to be a part of all of it. Even the things he still felt confused and uncertain about, even this sort of rapid-fire change. Now he didn't feel so bad about pushing back, at least a little, so it calmed something in him that threatened to get more upset.

Simon wouldn't let him get hurt. Drive him insane seemed to be okay, but not hurt. Peter hoped that meant from Simon himself as well.

He itched to let his hands slide down lower, and they did creep a little bit, to the top of Simon's pants, but he acted like the good boy he was and kept them there. There was only the faintest hesitation before he gently pulled Simon's lower lip with both of his, pulling his head back just slightly to open his eyes and see Simon's face. It almost felt like this was a dream, after all this time.