[Once Peter starts rutting against his thigh, Leo shifts to move with him. The warmth and the feeling of his slick on his leg has his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. The extra feeling of his nails against Leo's sides, the softer plating almost drives him over to not-able-to-think-clearly.
He breaks away, tugging at Peter's lip as he does before gasping and laying his head back.]
Pete- [His voice comes out a lot more strained than he means, wanting and desperate-] Could- Um. Could you help me out? D-down there. Just, ah. Your fingers?
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He breaks away, tugging at Peter's lip as he does before gasping and laying his head back.]
Pete- [His voice comes out a lot more strained than he means, wanting and desperate-] Could- Um. Could you help me out? D-down there. Just, ah. Your fingers?