Des didn't normally move so fast, and he hoped he wasn't giving Peter that impression. Nine times out of ten, he was a take-it-slow kind of guy, but there was just something about Peter... There was no way that he could've waited even if he'd wanted to, and the fact that Peter was here willingly had to mean something, right?

He was totally overthinking things, so he let himself get lost in the feeling of Peter's lips against his. He made a tiny whimper of disappointment when the other man pulled back, but he smirked a moment later. "You catch on quick," he teased as he moved a hand down to start working Peter's pants open.