[Peter huffs softly at the argument but doesn't make much of a response otherwise.
It hardly matters, since Jon is asking something of him. And it's a request he's all too ready to agree to.]
Of course.
[He shifts his hands to gently frame the sides of Jon's face and then leans down to brush his lips gently against his partner's. It's light to begin with, waiting to see if this is all okay.]
[Jon lets it linger as something soft, just savoring how painfully gentle it is. Peter does as he asks and nothing more, waiting for Jon to make the next move. Jon's hands grip Peter's shirt at the back, clinging as he closes his eyes and tries to let himself be in this moment, not the ones before.]
I love you.
[Simple words whispered against the other man's lips before Jon kisses him again, deeper this time.]
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[It's a very silly argument, but Jon doesn't have a better one. He just holds tight, tries not to break down too much more than that.]
Kiss me? I can- It-it feels like I can still taste that thing.
[He's been sick and brushed his teeth more than a dozen times and still it lingers in the back of his throat somehow.]
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It hardly matters, since Jon is asking something of him. And it's a request he's all too ready to agree to.]
Of course.
[He shifts his hands to gently frame the sides of Jon's face and then leans down to brush his lips gently against his partner's. It's light to begin with, waiting to see if this is all okay.]
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I love you.
[Simple words whispered against the other man's lips before Jon kisses him again, deeper this time.]
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[A warm, soft murmur before Jon is kissing him again. Peter kisses back, matching whatever intensity Jon applies. And nothing more.
One of his hands slips off of Jon's cheek to thread through his hair for a moment before he begins stroking it.]