not to be dramatic but touch-starved Mike who’s also a complete virgin and has never even touched himself //
Every single nerve seems to be on fire. Growing up, he never really had the time or drive to think about touching himself, and none of his past relationships have been serious enough to get this far. All of this, every feeling and sensation, is brand-new and overwhelming in the best kind of way that makes his toes curl and heart beat out of his chest. Peter’s hand is warm and wet with lube, applying perfect pressure and friction as he slowly jerks Mike off. Something so simple has him worked up enough for his back to arch off the bed and his hands clench in the sheets.
“Breathe,” Peter reminds gently, at the same time as he rubs his thumb over the head of Mike’s cock in a way that forces a strangled moan from his throat. “Okay?”
“Okay,” Mike hisses.
If it weren’t for Peter’s other hand splayed over his stomach to keep him still, he’d be squirming and he knows it. There’s a heat spreading through every inch of his body, cresting higher and higher in heavy waves that he’s half-drowning in. When he manages to move a bit, he feels Peter’s own bulge drag against his thigh, punching a groan out of Peter’s mouth. He wants to hear it again, he wants to hear more.
“Can I- can I touch you?” Mike asks- begs- between one breath and the next. “Please? Wanna- wanna make you feel good.”
“Anything you want.”
Jesus. So hot.
SVU addict 