[At this point, Peter is already decently wet. He's fairly sure he had started to soak through the crotch of his pajama pants. Now he's just damp against Leo's carapace where he's seated.
He squirms again, moaning at the mixture of sensations. He can't quite stop himself from rocking in place. Not likely helping Leo's sense of control any.]
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He squirms again, moaning at the mixture of sensations. He can't quite stop himself from rocking in place. Not likely helping Leo's sense of control any.]