[The fancy rich person mattress didn't even make it to the sheets being pulled back as peter fucks him into it. Leo tilts his head back with a moan, feeling so, so full, the plastic bits of the harness slapping against his softer plastron plates.]
Fuck- F-fuck yes, Peter- [His voice comes out breathless and high, a moan catching at the tail end of Peter's name as he ruts back against him. His hands grip onto his sides trying to stay pressed against him at this angle, but he opens his eyes to look up and see the reflection of Peter's back, the muscles working as Peter slams into him again and again, already feeling that heat starting to pool in his core.] Peter- Keep- holy shit- Keep going.
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Fuck- F-fuck yes, Peter- [His voice comes out breathless and high, a moan catching at the tail end of Peter's name as he ruts back against him. His hands grip onto his sides trying to stay pressed against him at this angle, but he opens his eyes to look up and see the reflection of Peter's back, the muscles working as Peter slams into him again and again, already feeling that heat starting to pool in his core.] Peter- Keep- holy shit- Keep going.