[Peter laughs a little breathlessly, though it turns into a moan at the hard squeeze to his breasts. He unwinds his fingers from his husband's mask tails, just letting his hand pat Leo's cheek in passing.
He's definitely moaning again as Leo just moves him into position, trying to stay buried in Peter the entire time. He manages somehow not to squirm or rut. Peter considers that a victory for what it is.
He relaxes against the mattress, breathing out slowly as his husband's weight settles over him. He missed this. He missed this so desperately.
He's briefly very aware of how wet he is again by the sound of Leo sliding out and then back into him. Not that his mind lingers on that as he groans loudly at Leo testing the proverbial waters.]
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He's definitely moaning again as Leo just moves him into position, trying to stay buried in Peter the entire time. He manages somehow not to squirm or rut. Peter considers that a victory for what it is.
He relaxes against the mattress, breathing out slowly as his husband's weight settles over him. He missed this. He missed this so desperately.
He's briefly very aware of how wet he is again by the sound of Leo sliding out and then back into him. Not that his mind lingers on that as he groans loudly at Leo testing the proverbial waters.]