Almost. [He breathes back, trying to thread the needle on this giving orders thing. He's able to give orders in an official capacity, but this is wildly different.
He presses Leo's hand against his cheek again.]
You're doing so good, you feel so good like this- [He groans as he continues rocking into Leo, moving himself across his husband's length with a practiced ease. The turtle can feel the shift of Peter's muscles under skin where the brunette has left his husband's hand.]
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He presses Leo's hand against his cheek again.]
You're doing so good, you feel so good like this- [He groans as he continues rocking into Leo, moving himself across his husband's length with a practiced ease. The turtle can feel the shift of Peter's muscles under skin where the brunette has left his husband's hand.]