[The smell is absolutely driving Leo insane. His own instincts fighting to take over here, want, need- Patience. But Peter moving like that is not helping either. He wants to feel Peter on him, wrapped around him. Leo tilts his head, parting his lips to lick at Peter's, trying to lick his way into his mouth. He wants him, wants to taste him, wants to draw those noises out of Peter so badly.
When Peter rocks against his plastron, Leo shifts just a little, lifting his leg so Peter can rub against his thigh for now, and help himself keep everything contained for now. He wants to ask- He'll get to it eventually, a few more minutes of this. But god the thought of Peter's fingers playing with his sheath slit, fingering at him is intoxicating in a way.]
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When Peter rocks against his plastron, Leo shifts just a little, lifting his leg so Peter can rub against his thigh for now, and help himself keep everything contained for now. He wants to ask- He'll get to it eventually, a few more minutes of this. But god the thought of Peter's fingers playing with his sheath slit, fingering at him is intoxicating in a way.]