[Thank god. Leonardo lingers where he is, lips pressed against him before gently pulling away, fingers still working the last of the orgasm loose from Peter. Leo kisses the inside of his thigh and then shifts to lay next to him, nosing a little at his shoulder.]
I've got you. [He sees what's left of those tears and wraps arms around him. Happy to hold him, happy to get that release. Who cares right now who heard them? It's the holidays and they're ...They should be allowed to be people occasionally.]
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I've got you. [He sees what's left of those tears and wraps arms around him. Happy to hold him, happy to get that release. Who cares right now who heard them? It's the holidays and they're ...They should be allowed to be people occasionally.]