[Cute. Those goosebumps are cute in the middle of all of this. He lets his nipples go so he can cup his breasts softly, rolling his hands over them to keep the stimulation going for Peter.
But those words hit like a steel chair to his turtle brain, as much as the tug to his mask. For a good thirty seconds, there are no words in his head. Just their smell and Peter's smell and the warmth, and Peter's skin against his and-
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But those words hit like a steel chair to his turtle brain, as much as the tug to his mask. For a good thirty seconds, there are no words in his head. Just their smell and Peter's smell and the warmth, and Peter's skin against his and-
His voice comes out breathless.] You sure?