[Peter just growls against his neck again. Drawing back from his shoulder, to work on the other shoulder. Leo is clearly not getting away unscathed from this. The tug is just making him want to squirm.
The friction of Leo's plastron plates against Peter's bare chest earns a soft groan amongst his biting. He only draws away to comment.]
I hope your cape can cover some of this, baby. [He's still rocking his hips, dragging his folds against Leo's member, able to tell it's definitely getting harder now.]
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The friction of Leo's plastron plates against Peter's bare chest earns a soft groan amongst his biting. He only draws away to comment.]
I hope your cape can cover some of this, baby. [He's still rocking his hips, dragging his folds against Leo's member, able to tell it's definitely getting harder now.]