Derek had never thought of Peter as shy, but he seems that way now, almost, so uncertain about this new development. Derek finds it endearing but he also wants him to embrace this, hopes he'll enjoy it, knowing that it's not strange, not something that's wrong, and that Derek likes it.
Peter needs more. He can tell in the way he's moving, arching beneath him, legs spread and asking for more with every sound he makes, whimpers and whines that bleed into words gasped into his ear.
He meant what he said, that he's going to take care of Peter, give him what he needs so he doesn't need to push for it, doesn't need to take the lead to get the things he wants. Peter's hands shake against his skin, his shoulders, and Derek presses his nose into Peter's ear, and murmurs, "Turn over…"
He's helping him, guiding him to turn beneath him, shifting his legs to give him room as a hand catches a slender hip and urges him over onto his belly and then up onto hands and knees.
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Peter needs more. He can tell in the way he's moving, arching beneath him, legs spread and asking for more with every sound he makes, whimpers and whines that bleed into words gasped into his ear.
He meant what he said, that he's going to take care of Peter, give him what he needs so he doesn't need to push for it, doesn't need to take the lead to get the things he wants. Peter's hands shake against his skin, his shoulders, and Derek presses his nose into Peter's ear, and murmurs, "Turn over…"
He's helping him, guiding him to turn beneath him, shifting his legs to give him room as a hand catches a slender hip and urges him over onto his belly and then up onto hands and knees.