It is definitely happening. [And Leo's cheek gets another kiss before Peter shifts back to balance on his own knees.] Gimme a second, I'm kind of... damp? Is that- even how to describe this?

[He gestures at the mess between his thighs vaguely for emphasis.

He ends up shifting to stretch out briefly before giving in to the lazier part of himself to pluck up some of the exposed sheet to wipe at his inner thighs. Normally he would prefer to actually wash himself up, but that's not happening right now. Navigating to the public wash area is not in Peter's plans. He has to joke idly about it in turn. ] I'm sure this is absolutely setting the mood perfectly.