[Peter tries to stay loose and languid as Leo works on pulling out. He groans a little against his own hand at the feeling of Leo sliding out of him. Even if the wet sound it makes is excessively comical in a way Peter can't articulate. He's a little sore in a way he doesn't mind.

Once Leo is out of him, Peter can feel the start of dribbling. Once he shifts his hips to try and move positions, well its inevitable. Cum spills freely down between his thighs onto the sheets. He is aware as soon as he sits down, their sheets are absolutely toast.

He feels a lot less full, now. Peter has a brief pang of missing that feeling before dismissing it. He moves to ] It's a noise I'm not about to forget.

We're definitely going to need to change the sheets tomorrow. Thank goodness tomorrow is laundry day anyway.