Fist clenched around his cock, he kissed the other man's neck, hiding his face in those beautiful brown locks. Moans fell from Peter's lips as Jasper pulled at his hair, frantically burying himself in his lover. A gasp, connected eyes that roll back to the beat of moans, and Peters limp, willing body.
"Fuuuck," they whispered simultaneously.
Head spinning, he thrusted, almost too dizzy from lust to keep up the pace. Peter clawed at his back, legs wrapping around his sire as he spluttered every curse word he knew. Hair pulling, neck biting, grunts and moans and swearing and trying not to come too quick, this was fucking Peter. The heat, the love and the pure fucking lust was driving Jasper crazy, the emotions pressing him further, roaring for him to finish.
"Jesus fucking Christ- fuck, Peter, I'm gonna-"
Peter shoved him off and flipped them over with vampire speed, settling between the Major's legs with his signature cheeky smile. Barely registering anything but loss, the feeling of Pete's hands running up his thighs made the now powerless Major shake and gasp. Peter took Jasper's cock in his mouth, his hand kneading the begging mans balls. With wide eyes and his hands in Peter's hair, he came, hard. The brunet hummed around his girth, swallowing the thick load. Jasper fell back, letting his legs dangle off the bed, exhausted. Peter rose up and smiled at him, that secret smile...the one few get to see.
"What about you, Captain?"
His voice was low, saturated with the fuzz of orgasm, but it carried. Peter nuzzled his neck, whimpering as the blond's firm hand wrapped around him. It didn't take long before Peter was clutching at Jasper's shoulders, fingers digging into old scars and gasping his name. Now, he is the one to collapse, lazily throwing a towel over Jasper's come covered stomach.
Sucking in breaths he doesn't need, he opens his eyes. His daydream falls away as he stares at the empty sheets beside him, arm flung out but untouched. He is far from Peter, still in the Cullen's house. Groaning, he grabs a towel and cleans himself up, before deciding that a showers in order. He flings open the door to Perfect Boy glaring at him, who had obviously seen the whole thing. MindFucker.
"Dude...you have got to sort that shit out."