Maybe. [He brushes his lips against Leo's throat, nosing into his scaley skin. Peter's breath is warm against Leo's skin, likely a brief tickling presence before Peter is biting playfully at his shoulder.
He meets the unspoken demand by teasingly sticking his fingers along Leo's middle again. For a much shorter time now.]
I always like chasing you. You always keep me on my toes. Always full of surprises.
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He meets the unspoken demand by teasingly sticking his fingers along Leo's middle again. For a much shorter time now.]
I always like chasing you. You always keep me on my toes. Always full of surprises.