Des casually slid both of his hands higher on Peter's back, bunching up the other man's shirt. Those fingers tangling in his hair felt really good, and he groaned a bit, a shiver racing down his spine. He loved people touching his hair.

That soft moan escaping Peter's lips encouraged Des to pull the other man's shirt up, breaking the kiss with a smirk. "Next phase of the initiation -- losing the shirt."