[Leo can't help how he unconsciously starts tightening and loosening the grip on his own wrist in time with their thrusts. Just like he can't stop staring up at Peter like this; does his husband know? How amazing he looks like this? How he makes his muscles and skin tighten an- oh no, that's a leg cramp actually.]
Yeah? [Ooh he's out of breath and that sounded a lot rougher than he meant.] Keep going.
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Yeah? [Ooh he's out of breath and that sounded a lot rougher than he meant.] Keep going.