His eyes do flare upward at the sound of his name, maybe a little curious, maybe a little pissed off because that's not the way his trysts usually roll and he doesn't like to think about it very much. Can't know who's fucking the Godfrey heir, it's all here and there and hearsay. He covers his tracks well.

But here he is for the -- however many times they've done this, and they have done this, wordless, like they're testing limits, like they don't need to discuss the matter. Bound at the seams, whether it's dreams or it's Peter's cock in his mouth.

His eyes flicker back down to pay attention to what he's doing, a less haughty look when he's just concentrating on taking what he can into his mouth, fisting at what he can't - unpracticed, but no teeth, and there's something to be said about a face like his with his cheeks hollowed out, sucking at Peter with his lips full and wide against him as he goes. Touch and feel and map him out, memorize him. Even if it's just his pecker.

Yeah. They're one in the same in a lot of areas of their lives.