[He eyes Peter at that noise. Good. Perfect. More of that... He puts a little more tension on the bite, just threatening to break skin before releasing, pressing a soft kiss to the spot seeing the marks. He knows they'll heal up quickly. One day he'll beat that healing factor of his husband's. He rests his hand open palm on Peter's stomach and breathes in deep against his arm.]

I'd probably still think it's funny anyway. A little harrowing, maybe, but still funny. [He remembers one of those first times they were still kids, figuring each other out. Finding out what made the other squirm, what made each other groan and cry out. Not for the first time, Leo wishes he was... softer. Less hard shell and carapace, and more skin. He wishes he could feel what Peter's fingers against his back would feel like, their fronts rubbing against each other.

No. No, no thinking about that right now. Right now is Peter. The hand on his stomach strokes gently down, sliding up the bottom of Peter's shirt, fingertips brushing against his bare stomach now.]

Probably a good thing you can't shoot webs out of you, huh.