[Leo keeps himself leaning down, his chest rubbing against Peter's back softly. He may end up with some plastron-burn if they aren't careful. But Peter feels so good around him. Leo is aching to move harder, faster, but he doesn't want to wear them out too early in their one free night they've got. His next breath comes out with a light groan against Peter's shoulder.]
Toys. God, I miss you pounding me. [The thought of feeling full for the first time in... so, so many years has his skin tingling hot.] You were so good at it.
[He squeezes Peter's hand again burying his face against Peter's back. Each breath comes out with a noise from deep in his throat driving in deep, all the way into Peter carefully with a shudder. Then carefully pulling back just to do it again.]
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Toys. God, I miss you pounding me. [The thought of feeling full for the first time in... so, so many years has his skin tingling hot.] You were so good at it.
[He squeezes Peter's hand again burying his face against Peter's back. Each breath comes out with a noise from deep in his throat driving in deep, all the way into Peter carefully with a shudder. Then carefully pulling back just to do it again.]