[He does - and the double hit of Peter's fingers sliding into his slit, over that sensitive skin, and the scent of Peter in front of him has his brain emptying of all thoughts. He groans loudly, arching his hips into Peter's touch instinctive, wanting more of that touch, chasing it.
His hands grip tight at Peter's thighs. His breathing's coming out heavy now but he sits up a little, kissing at his husband's lower lips before giving it a lick, tasting that wet dripping from him. It's almost maddening, the smell.]
Love you- [Kiss.] Love you so much, I - god, Peter. [He tightens his grip on Peter's thighs, licking at him earnestly now.]
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His hands grip tight at Peter's thighs. His breathing's coming out heavy now but he sits up a little, kissing at his husband's lower lips before giving it a lick, tasting that wet dripping from him. It's almost maddening, the smell.]
Love you- [Kiss.] Love you so much, I - god, Peter. [He tightens his grip on Peter's thighs, licking at him earnestly now.]