Mm. Do you? [It's playful the way his tone lilts up at the end. Leo runs the edges of his sharp teeth against the skin. A tease. An offer, or a promise. Whatever Peter feels like.
But he kisses his way back up Peter's arm to his palm, his fingers. Kissing his fingertip so so gently. Like it's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen and he doesn't want to risk breaking it. He'll gladly take his time getting Peter wound up if it means he gets to lavish attention to him like this.]
Feels like I should prove it to make good on it before you know it. [He keeps kissing and mouthing at Peter's fingertips, his other hand tracing along Peter's middle feather light, from his hip to his belly.]
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But he kisses his way back up Peter's arm to his palm, his fingers. Kissing his fingertip so so gently. Like it's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen and he doesn't want to risk breaking it. He'll gladly take his time getting Peter wound up if it means he gets to lavish attention to him like this.]
Feels like I should prove it to make good on it before you know it. [He keeps kissing and mouthing at Peter's fingertips, his other hand tracing along Peter's middle feather light, from his hip to his belly.]