This shouldn't be as satisfying as it is, but it is. It should feel suffocating and overwhelming and make Peter want to crawl out of his skin to get away but somehow, with Elias, that's not the sensation he gets. Being with Elias is isolating, in the way they feel for each other. Like no matter how much they tear at each other, it'll never be deep enough, they'll never know each other. Peter craves it in a way he hasn't with anything, or anyone else. The satisfaction of being the only ones this close to each other but just... not... close enough. Never close enough.

So, he's still smiling against Elias' mouth when he pushes upwards, lift his hand to curl against Elias' cheek and stroke against the skin. He wonders if Elias is feeling any warmer. Elias twists it on him, points out that he doesn't want to leave either and he is correct. The last thing Peter wants to do right now is leave.

"Wouldn't I? When you're all worked up like this, why would anyone want to be around you, Elias?"

He says it with amusement and while Elias didn't kiss him exactly, he'll kiss Elias instead. Pressing a little closer, he tilts his head to close the space between their mouths and laugh a little, against his lips.