For a brief moment he considered clamping his hand down on Peter's nape as he arched his hips up more solidly, just to watch him choke, but it was only a fleeting thought, and while his fingers did twitch a little tighter in their hold at the back of his neck, that was as far as it went and the next roll of his hips was just as controlled as the last one had been.

His voice was the same low-pleased rumble that it had been as he said: "Soon." And then, "Swallow." Between the pressure of Peter's finger against his skin, the warm-wet press of his tongue against his shaft, and the twitch of his throat against the head of his cock, he knew it would only be a matter of moments before another climax swept through him, and he knew himself well enough to know that he might not actually get the chance to warn Peter again before it did.