Not wanting to disappoint, he crushes Peter's wrist under his grip, the full force of his weight behind the action. He chases Peter's lips, hips settling against the slighter man as his hand dances away entirely, letting his body do the work his hand has abandoned. His fingers slide up and over Peter's side, and suddenly they're as flush as they both want, his mouth brushing incomplete kisses over and over again.

He traps Peter's other hand without warning, encircling his other wrist with just as much strength. They both want Peter to surrender himself completely, and working towards it only heats his flesh tenfold. Peter is his to manipulate and move to his will, and it's only a matter of time before it comes crashing down on them both.

"I love you," he hisses amidst another kiss, desperate to show Peter just how much. "You're mine." An afterthought he doesn't know he's more than thought, but even without expressing it aloud the intend is in every possessing touch and owning quiver.