His eyes crease with the sound, chasing Peter's mouth with his own kiss to the corner of his lips. Turning on his side, he's pressing in closer, butting his nose up against the side of Peter's face. Each minute touch makes him shiver, and he can only want for more.

"And next time... we should go somewhere nicer." He punctuates with the brush of his nose, ankle rolling impatiently against Peter's. "Hawaii, Paris, Tokyo... Anywhere but New York." He's so sick of New York.