“Why won’t you stop pushing?” Chris demands, chest almost flush with his.
“A fatal flaw in my character,” Peter forces out, reveling in the harsh pull of breath past Chris’ grip.
Nat wrote the most amazing Peter Hale centric fic. Like, seriously, just run before you walk and go read it now. It’s so wonderful it hurts, and also features the epic angsty hotness of Peter/Chris.
So we ended up doing a art+fic together because of reasons.
I hope you like it <3
(as usual, reblog is love, but please please don’t repost art in a new post/use without asking me. <3)
Dude I love this so much, damn you got their faces just right. *u* Love the atmosphere too, ahh~