Peter offered no resistance as their mouths moved in sync with each other. His hands naturally drifted up and around Myka’s neck.
Myka took the action for what it was, consent and encouragement. His hands slipped around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, so their chests were pressed tightly against each other.
As their kiss intensified, Myka reached his hand back to the blankets behind Peter. He braced their weight as he slowly lowered Peter’s body to the blankets.
They pulled away when the need for air became undeniable. Peter took deep breaths as Myka continued to kiss along Peter’s jaw. His hands trailed down to the hem of Peter’s shirt and pulled.
Peter lifted himself off the blanket just enough to help remove his shirt, lifting his arms over his head and then laying back down on the blankets as Myka’s tongue traced along his throat.
