One second he's just greeting his friend, and the next, there are hands on his face, keeping him in place - and it's like. No, it's not awful, not at all, but it's a bit weird. Right? Like, it's weird. He's never had any kind of -
Well.
Jughead leans in, and Peter knows what that means, even if he's never experienced it first-hand (thank you, media!) - and more than that, he kind of wants it. It's like his skin's buzzing in anticipation for it. He lets himself be pulled in, closing the distance between them so their mouths meet just as the clock begins to chime twelve times, each strike of the bell a resounding echo around them.
It's a chaste kiss, and there's a little bit of confusion, sure, but it's - it's nice. ]
[ his lips are softer than expected. not that he was expecting this. never even thought of it before this moment in fact. but yeah, it's... not so bad. nice. apparently the one with more experience here, jug takes the lead, gradually deepening the kiss.
nipping softly at his bottom lip, one of his hands drop down to peter's waist, easing him closer. he can hear screams and shouts coming from all around them, but he is too wrapped up in what they're doing to check.
a part of him is telling him to stop, to open his eyes and take a look, to step back â yet another part of him, an inherently louder and more prevalent part, tells him to ignore the chaos happening around them and focus on just how pleasant this feels.
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One second he's just greeting his friend, and the next, there are hands on his face, keeping him in place - and it's like. No, it's not awful, not at all, but it's a bit weird. Right? Like, it's weird. He's never had any kind of -
Well.
Jughead leans in, and Peter knows what that means, even if he's never experienced it first-hand (thank you, media!) - and more than that, he kind of wants it. It's like his skin's buzzing in anticipation for it. He lets himself be pulled in, closing the distance between them so their mouths meet just as the clock begins to chime twelve times, each strike of the bell a resounding echo around them.
It's a chaste kiss, and there's a little bit of confusion, sure, but it's - it's nice. ]
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nipping softly at his bottom lip, one of his hands drop down to peter's waist, easing him closer. he can hear screams and shouts coming from all around them, but he is too wrapped up in what they're doing to check.
a part of him is telling him to stop, to open his eyes and take a look, to step back â yet another part of him, an inherently louder and more prevalent part, tells him to ignore the chaos happening around them and focus on just how pleasant this feels.
but no, he can't. he shouldn'tâ
he is going to. ]