[Leo soaks in that motion, the feeling of Peter's fingertips along his carapace-
And then Peter is moving. He rests his head on the mattress, watching his husband's movements. The resignation. The exhaustion. He wishes he could take it away. Wishes he could give them all the time they want and deserve for everything they've given up. Leo presses one fist into the cushion before slowly pushing himself up, wiping the wetness from his eyes.]
Promise. Tonight, you and me. You'll be screaming that you're sick of me and want some time away by the time I'm done.
[He's joking, but the heart isn't in it. Not when he feels this miserable - about both the situation, and that he fucked this up. Should've gone slower, not as hard.
Ugh. Right. Meeting. And then doing what steps he has to for them to have uninterrupted time tonight. Focus, as he moves his arms mechanically to get clean pants on.]
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And then Peter is moving. He rests his head on the mattress, watching his husband's movements. The resignation. The exhaustion. He wishes he could take it away. Wishes he could give them all the time they want and deserve for everything they've given up. Leo presses one fist into the cushion before slowly pushing himself up, wiping the wetness from his eyes.]
Promise. Tonight, you and me. You'll be screaming that you're sick of me and want some time away by the time I'm done.
[He's joking, but the heart isn't in it. Not when he feels this miserable - about both the situation, and that he fucked this up. Should've gone slower, not as hard.
Ugh. Right. Meeting. And then doing what steps he has to for them to have uninterrupted time tonight. Focus, as he moves his arms mechanically to get clean pants on.]