[He groans softly at the claws raking across his exposed stomach. He wants to feel his husband so badly. His claws, his teeth, the weight of him against Peter completely.

He snorts a little. Just scratching his nails teasingly against Leo's side, letting his hand drift lower.] I feel like we would have noticed at least something by now, Leo. You suddenly getting loopy while mid-fuck would have definitely told us something about how poisonous I was.