[That laughter is everything to him. Leo rakes his claws gently over the skin of Peter's stomach (and he can tell he needs to file them down soon, almost too sharp) trying to get a reaction again. Thinking about Peter stuck to him, Leo inside him while stuck to him-
Leo's own breath catches a little at that, the first sign that Leo's feeling that tug pulling down at him. It never took much for Leo to drop down, but he's trying to hold it in for now. Patience. Focus in hearing Peter's breath and laughter.]
I dunno. Could probably have put a test to Draxum's whole 'create a perfect warrior' thing, maybe I'm immune?
[He groans softly at the claws raking across his exposed stomach. He wants to feel his husband so badly. His claws, his teeth, the weight of him against Peter completely.
He snorts a little. Just scratching his nails teasingly against Leo's side, letting his hand drift lower.] I feel like we would have noticed at least something by now, Leo. You suddenly getting loopy while mid-fuck would have definitely told us something about how poisonous I was.
[There's a hint of a joke in his tone, even as Peter's hand wanders now. It'd be easy to start now. But no, he wants to make this matter. He wants to make a show of it, only for Peter. He's come to an impasse of the fabric over Peter's arm... and decides to move a little higher, nudging the sleeve lower to press a warm kiss at his shoulder.]
Could be fun. I'd be a lot more relaxed. [Which is something they strive for these days. For either of them to fully relax, always on edge and waiting for anyone to show up.
Not that it's a concern tonight. Despite Leo having done a lot of work and taken all the precautions he can so they aren't interrupted, there's still the chance an actual real emergency may happen. Some part of his back-burner-brain is still alert. No matter how soft and warm Peter's skin is under his touch. Leo keeps up the little light scratching at his husband's stomach as he starts kissing his way agonizingly slowly up his shoulder to that sensitive spot right at his collarbone Leo knows drives him insane.]
Now you're making me wish I was poisonous so I could get you mildly high. [Peter answers with a slightly amused sound. His hand continues to drift, intending to make a grab at Leo's ass if he can.
He almost offers to take off his shirt when Leo's mouth starts moving again across Peter's shoulder. Paired with the light scratching it draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. This much attention just makes his eyes close for a moment. The attention feels good, making the brunette shiver slightly.
He blows out a short breath, trying to remind himself to not get impatient. Actually taking their time feels strange now.
Once Leo actually gets close to his collarbone, Peter shifts a little bit, exposing more of it as an unspoken invitation.]
[Leo pauses when he feels that shift from Peter. His lips lift up in a little smile at the offer, leaning in to nose at his skin. It helps with Peter's reach as well, feeling what he's trying to grab at.]
Oh my god. If you could do that, and we could use it -[Wait no don't start thinking about larger distribution for medical pain and procedures, not like this. Leo presses his whole face against Peter's neck laughing to himself a little. A bit of humor before he kisses this touch of skin where his lips fell.]
[Peter snorts again at Leo's line of thought. He offers a little logic, whilst running his fingers further down Leo's side towards his ass.] We don't even know if I'm poisonous in the first place, Leo. The only person I bite is you.
So far, you've been pretty content kissing me. [He teases a little breathily back as Leo's lips make contact against his neck.
His hand makes contact with Leo's behind, giving it a squeeze before moving to fondle his tail.]
And it'll stay that way. [A little possessive? Sure. Leo figures he's allowed with his husband and all. But his hum shifts into a low muffled groan with the squeeze to his ass, and then the tail attention. His tail flexes in Peter's hand before relaxing, being all pliable and easy to handle.]
Anything for you, babe. [One more kiss to that collarbone before Leo moves, sitting up to his knees still just next to Peter, shifting one leg between his husband's. It's only with a small pang of regret that he lets go of Peter's hand to start sliding his shirt up, both hands slow-slowly gliding up Peter's sides, giving just faint teases of touching anything sensitive. He loves Peter, body and all, always takes the time to appreciate every bit of him. Always wanting to take care, always wanting to be mindful. He gets all the fabric bunched up to Peter's chest and leans down to press a soft kiss to his stomach.] Just like that, right?
[The brunette groans a little at the kiss to the collarbone. Leo could probably drive him nuts by focusing there for a good while.
Peter does shift again to make the shirt removal easier, even if he loses access to his husband's behind and tail.
Initially he releases another amused hum at Leo's methods, before it rolls into a groan. The teasing continues, and the goosebumps along his skin become more prominent. The hair on his arms stands on end along with it.
He squirms again against the sheets. He bites his bottom lip a little as he gazes down at his husband. He has to drink in the sight of Leonardo just leaning over him. His lips pressed against his stomach. The gentle cold scratch of scales sends a small thrill through the brunette.
Sometimes, its hard not to think about where they were before. How grand of a shift time had on both of them.
Leonardo is a strong presence, lean muscle having shifted to something sturdier with time. Strong but careful, practiced movements and trained precision that lay under a careful veneer of cheerfulness.
Though these days its responsibility that weighs over him far heavier than anything else.
He's always gorgeous to Peter. He always will be.]
[Leo catches Peter's eyes and watches him... watching Leo. It's a Moment TM that he'll treasure for a while when the fighting and shouting and death pick back up after tonight. He'll cradle that vision in his mind for months, maybe a couple years, to come.
Some small part of him misses being Peter's size. A little shorter, a lot leaner. But with war is necessity, and things change. They changed. An unfortunate requirement of not only growing up, but growing up like this.
Leo sits up a little to inspect his work.] Hm. Do hate to half-ass my own work. [Leo reaches one hand to carefully, barely moving, shift Peter's shirt up a little more, palm brushing against his breast.] That better?
[He rests his hand fully on Peter's breast now. Leo smiles down at him as he massages with just minute pressure. Enough to feel it. But that roll up against Leo's thigh has Leo smiling. He reaches his free hand down to Peter's pants, simply resting it there against him. Not under or doing anything, just cupping him so lightly.]
This counts, right? I'm touching you more. [He's pleased by his own stupid joke here. But he can feel how warm Peter is against his hand and massages his chest in earnest now. His eyes are focused on Peter's face to see any change in expression, wanting to see how Peter's feeling.]
[Peter whines a little at the continual teasing. He bites the inside of his cheek, breathing somewhat unevenly.
The attention to his breast, and just cupping at his crotch is not enough. He rocks a little into Leo. The look on his face shifts from needy to passingly exasperated.
He did give his husband a direct warning, so, this is fair.
He wiggles a little until he's out of Leo's hold entirely. In a swift motion, Peter proves he's stronger than he looks by dragging Leo down into bed, moving to sit on him. Legs on either side of his husband's waist.
He yanks his shirt off, throwing it aside with very little preamble. He is lean but has obvious muscle, and bare skin dotted with only a few scars. He reaches out to grab one of Leo's hands and place it against a breast.]
Before Leo can properly process that expression, Peter is moving underneath him. Probably just getting ready to speed him up, get them rutting but no- No, that is not what happens. His balance shifts, the world turning around him before Leo is on his back and Peter straddling him.
Leo loves him. Leo loves this spider husband who is so so much stronger than he is in a deceptively compact package. It's rare that Peter manhandles him at all like this anymore. He'd wanted to tease Peter a little, really, really take his time to give every inch of his skin the attention it really deserves. But looks like Peter's taking control of the situation now.
He smiles up at him, the hand Peter did not grab moving to hold onto his hip before he squeezes that breast gently.]
Maybe a little. I'm not opposed to the attention, but, sometimes I have to take things into my hands.
[He groans quietly at the squeeze, openly pleased with the more direct attention. He leans over Leo slightly to brush his lips against the mutant's own.
He nips at Leo's neck now, just trying to return the teasing from earlier in kind.]
Mm, no. I was enjoying giving you all the attention though.
[Peter's voice at that reaction, the brush of lips, they get to Leo. He bites down on his lip when Peter moves his affections to his neck, tilting his head back to offer more skin to him. But he focuses on his hand, squeezing that breast softly, massaging it in gentle circles and letting his palm rub against his nipple. His free hand drifts to his husband's waist, hand resting on his ass cheek over his pants. Peter may have taken charge of the positions, but Leo can still tease.]
I think if half the people on this base knew how much you take charge in bed, a lot of opinions would change. [And Peter would likely have a very different set of admirers. But that's fine. It's fine that no one else knows any of this. Leo squeezes that soft flesh in his hand hard for a moment before resuming the gentler motions.]
[Peter's works on biting his way along more of Leo's neck, intent on leaving a few marks later on. It isn't often they get to actually enjoy themselves like this, much less leave some marks. He kisses the underside of Leo's jaw fondly. His husband is a brat, and Peter wouldn't have it any other way.
The teasing is enough to make Peter's breath stutter a little, but he continues just working his way to the edge of Leo's plastron. He loves how Leo's hands feel on him. His breasts are something he usually tries to keep bound down, but he's never opposed to Leo playing with them. At this age, he's just gotten used to their presence. The whole end of the world thing has taken top surgery off the table completely.
He blows out a laugh at the sentiment. He rarely is aware of the people who even notice him. Peter's attention is always solely on his husband when it comes to anything sexual.]
There are opinions about me besides 'oh it's Commander Parker'?
The opinions vary fr- [He hums behind his teeth at that attention, tilting his head back further. God, he can smell Peter. He can smell that want rolling off him, does Peter know he gives off that scent when they're like this? Probably not.] Very from "he's nice" to "he's very cute". "Mild mannered Commander Parker helps everyone he's really generous", and I definitely heard some whispers of someone wanting to take you apart like this.
[Leo shifts his hand, pressing his thumb against that nipple for a few seconds before pinching it gently, tweaking it just a little.] Not that I'd let them.
[It's nice. Getting to take their time, Leo getting to fully appreciate his husband's skin and body like this is something he's been yearning for for a while now. Too long since they've gotten to. His hand on Peter's ass drifts back up to his waist band, tugging at it playfully.]
[Peter huffs a little at the thought, just working on making sure Leo feels the bites the next day. He slows his biting to just happily nuzzle into his spouse. The idea of anyone else wanting him besides his husband still feels odd to Peter.] I was about to say, I'm not really interested in anyone but you.
[He groans a little at the pinching and tweaking going on. He rolls his hips without thinking about it. Unsurprisingly the brunette is excited. The two of them actually get to enjoy each other.]
Is it selfish if we're mutually hogging each other-? [He teases quietly back, shifting to sit up again. He smoothly rises to slide out of his pajama pants. His trend of going commando today continues, leaving Leo a view as Peter settles back down on him.]
[When Peter just nuzzles into him, Leo tilts his head to nuzzle his cheek against Peter's hair. And then he watches his husband get the rest of his clothes off. It's a good view. The best view, as Leo lets his hands slide down Peter's chest and skin to hold his sides.
He breathes out slow. Forced. Careful. Then leans up a little to kiss Peter, drawing him in deeply, his hand moving to his other breast to squeeze gently. Not fair to give one attention and not the other, but he squirms his hips a little. That heat is starting to pool in his core, and he wants to savor this a little longer before he drops.]
[Peter purrs the sentiment back at Leo. Is it possessive? Maybe.
He doesn't want to share. Just for now.
Peter is just happy to kiss Leo in kind. Shifting enough to lean a little down and make it less of a struggle for his husband to kiss him. Groaning into the kiss at the squeezing of his other breast.]
[Perfect. Peter is warm, and soft in his hands as he squeezes again before starting to massage it. His hand has a determined motion to it rather than lazy or casual.
He wants to get his husband going, wants to get him soaked and dripping.
He wants to hear his husband through that kiss, nipping at his bottom lip carefully. He doesn't want to break skin, not yet. He will later.]
[At this point, Peter is already decently wet. He's fairly sure he had started to soak through the crotch of his pajama pants. Now he's just damp against Leo's carapace where he's seated.
He squirms again, moaning at the mixture of sensations. He can't quite stop himself from rocking in place. Not likely helping Leo's sense of control any.]
[The smell is absolutely driving Leo insane. His own instincts fighting to take over here, want, need- Patience. But Peter moving like that is not helping either. He wants to feel Peter on him, wrapped around him. Leo tilts his head, parting his lips to lick at Peter's, trying to lick his way into his mouth. He wants him, wants to taste him, wants to draw those noises out of Peter so badly.
When Peter rocks against his plastron, Leo shifts just a little, lifting his leg so Peter can rub against his thigh for now, and help himself keep everything contained for now. He wants to ask- He'll get to it eventually, a few more minutes of this. But god the thought of Peter's fingers playing with his sheath slit, fingering at him is intoxicating in a way.]
[Peter has no hesitation about opening his mouth to Leo, inviting the turtle in to explore the inside of his mouth. He moans at the feeling. He drags his nails lightly against Leo's sides, just wanting to return the favor in kind.
Peter grinds a little against Leo's thigh at the invitation, mildly in passing assuming his husband hasn't dropped down yet, or is holding off.
He's definitely wet given the wet spot he's leaving against the skin there with his ministrations.]
[Once Peter starts rutting against his thigh, Leo shifts to move with him. The warmth and the feeling of his slick on his leg has his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. The extra feeling of his nails against Leo's sides, the softer plating almost drives him over to not-able-to-think-clearly.
He breaks away, tugging at Peter's lip as he does before gasping and laying his head back.]
Pete- [His voice comes out a lot more strained than he means, wanting and desperate-] Could- Um. Could you help me out? D-down there. Just, ah. Your fingers?
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Leo's own breath catches a little at that, the first sign that Leo's feeling that tug pulling down at him. It never took much for Leo to drop down, but he's trying to hold it in for now. Patience. Focus in hearing Peter's breath and laughter.]
I dunno. Could probably have put a test to Draxum's whole 'create a perfect warrior' thing, maybe I'm immune?
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He snorts a little. Just scratching his nails teasingly against Leo's side, letting his hand drift lower.] I feel like we would have noticed at least something by now, Leo. You suddenly getting loopy while mid-fuck would have definitely told us something about how poisonous I was.
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[There's a hint of a joke in his tone, even as Peter's hand wanders now. It'd be easy to start now. But no, he wants to make this matter. He wants to make a show of it, only for Peter. He's come to an impasse of the fabric over Peter's arm... and decides to move a little higher, nudging the sleeve lower to press a warm kiss at his shoulder.]
Could be fun. I'd be a lot more relaxed. [Which is something they strive for these days. For either of them to fully relax, always on edge and waiting for anyone to show up.
Not that it's a concern tonight. Despite Leo having done a lot of work and taken all the precautions he can so they aren't interrupted, there's still the chance an actual real emergency may happen. Some part of his back-burner-brain is still alert. No matter how soft and warm Peter's skin is under his touch. Leo keeps up the little light scratching at his husband's stomach as he starts kissing his way agonizingly slowly up his shoulder to that sensitive spot right at his collarbone Leo knows drives him insane.]
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He almost offers to take off his shirt when Leo's mouth starts moving again across Peter's shoulder. Paired with the light scratching it draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. This much attention just makes his eyes close for a moment. The attention feels good, making the brunette shiver slightly.
He blows out a short breath, trying to remind himself to not get impatient.
Actually taking their time feels strange now.
Once Leo actually gets close to his collarbone, Peter shifts a little bit, exposing more of it as an unspoken invitation.]
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Oh my god. If you could do that, and we could use it -[Wait no don't start thinking about larger distribution for medical pain and procedures, not like this. Leo presses his whole face against Peter's neck laughing to himself a little. A bit of humor before he kisses this touch of skin where his lips fell.]
You should tell me what you want.
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So far, you've been pretty content kissing me. [He teases a little breathily back as Leo's lips make contact against his neck.
His hand makes contact with Leo's behind, giving it a squeeze before moving to fondle his tail.]
Take my shirt off. More access.
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Anything for you, babe. [One more kiss to that collarbone before Leo moves, sitting up to his knees still just next to Peter, shifting one leg between his husband's. It's only with a small pang of regret that he lets go of Peter's hand to start sliding his shirt up, both hands slow-slowly gliding up Peter's sides, giving just faint teases of touching anything sensitive. He loves Peter, body and all, always takes the time to appreciate every bit of him. Always wanting to take care, always wanting to be mindful. He gets all the fabric bunched up to Peter's chest and leans down to press a soft kiss to his stomach.] Just like that, right?
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Peter does shift again to make the shirt removal easier, even if he loses access to his husband's behind and tail.
Initially he releases another amused hum at Leo's methods, before it rolls into a groan. The teasing continues, and the goosebumps along his skin become more prominent. The hair on his arms stands on end along with it.
He squirms again against the sheets. He bites his bottom lip a little as he gazes down at his husband. He has to drink in the sight of Leonardo just leaning over him. His lips pressed against his stomach. The gentle cold scratch of scales sends a small thrill through the brunette.
Sometimes, its hard not to think about where they were before. How grand of a shift time had on both of them.
Leonardo is a strong presence, lean muscle having shifted to something sturdier with time. Strong but careful, practiced movements and trained precision that lay under a careful veneer of cheerfulness.
Though these days its responsibility that weighs over him far heavier than anything else.
He's always gorgeous to Peter. He always will be.]
Dunno, seems half done to me.
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Some small part of him misses being Peter's size. A little shorter, a lot leaner. But with war is necessity, and things change. They changed. An unfortunate requirement of not only growing up, but growing up like this.
Leo sits up a little to inspect his work.] Hm. Do hate to half-ass my own work. [Leo reaches one hand to carefully, barely moving, shift Peter's shirt up a little more, palm brushing against his breast.] That better?
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He rolls his hips a little impatiently without intending to. He could easily just pin Leo to the bed, but he's practicing some sense of restraint.]
Could be better. I'd like it if you'd touch me more. I want you.
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[He rests his hand fully on Peter's breast now. Leo smiles down at him as he massages with just minute pressure. Enough to feel it. But that roll up against Leo's thigh has Leo smiling. He reaches his free hand down to Peter's pants, simply resting it there against him. Not under or doing anything, just cupping him so lightly.]
This counts, right? I'm touching you more. [He's pleased by his own stupid joke here. But he can feel how warm Peter is against his hand and massages his chest in earnest now. His eyes are focused on Peter's face to see any change in expression, wanting to see how Peter's feeling.]
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The attention to his breast, and just cupping at his crotch is not enough. He rocks a little into Leo. The look on his face shifts from needy to passingly exasperated.
He did give his husband a direct warning, so, this is fair.
He wiggles a little until he's out of Leo's hold entirely. In a swift motion, Peter proves he's stronger than he looks by dragging Leo down into bed, moving to sit on him. Legs on either side of his husband's waist.
He yanks his shirt off, throwing it aside with very little preamble. He is lean but has obvious muscle, and bare skin dotted with only a few scars. He reaches out to grab one of Leo's hands and place it against a breast.]
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Before Leo can properly process that expression, Peter is moving underneath him. Probably just getting ready to speed him up, get them rutting but no- No, that is not what happens. His balance shifts, the world turning around him before Leo is on his back and Peter straddling him.
Leo loves him. Leo loves this spider husband who is so so much stronger than he is in a deceptively compact package. It's rare that Peter manhandles him at all like this anymore. He'd wanted to tease Peter a little, really, really take his time to give every inch of his skin the attention it really deserves. But looks like Peter's taking control of the situation now.
He smiles up at him, the hand Peter did not grab moving to hold onto his hip before he squeezes that breast gently.]
Wanted me to go faster?
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[He groans quietly at the squeeze, openly pleased with the more direct attention. He leans over Leo slightly to brush his lips against the mutant's own.
He nips at Leo's neck now, just trying to return the teasing from earlier in kind.]
I don't think you're against the idea at least
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[Peter's voice at that reaction, the brush of lips, they get to Leo. He bites down on his lip when Peter moves his affections to his neck, tilting his head back to offer more skin to him. But he focuses on his hand, squeezing that breast softly, massaging it in gentle circles and letting his palm rub against his nipple. His free hand drifts to his husband's waist, hand resting on his ass cheek over his pants. Peter may have taken charge of the positions, but Leo can still tease.]
I think if half the people on this base knew how much you take charge in bed, a lot of opinions would change. [And Peter would likely have a very different set of admirers. But that's fine. It's fine that no one else knows any of this. Leo squeezes that soft flesh in his hand hard for a moment before resuming the gentler motions.]
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The teasing is enough to make Peter's breath stutter a little, but he continues just working his way to the edge of Leo's plastron. He loves how Leo's hands feel on him. His breasts are something he usually tries to keep bound down, but he's never opposed to Leo playing with them. At this age, he's just gotten used to their presence. The whole end of the world thing has taken top surgery off the table completely.
He blows out a laugh at the sentiment. He rarely is aware of the people who even notice him. Peter's attention is always solely on his husband when it comes to anything sexual.]
There are opinions about me besides 'oh it's Commander Parker'?
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[Leo shifts his hand, pressing his thumb against that nipple for a few seconds before pinching it gently, tweaking it just a little.] Not that I'd let them.
[It's nice. Getting to take their time, Leo getting to fully appreciate his husband's skin and body like this is something he's been yearning for for a while now. Too long since they've gotten to. His hand on Peter's ass drifts back up to his waist band, tugging at it playfully.]
No, I think I'm gonna be selfish like this.
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[He groans a little at the pinching and tweaking going on. He rolls his hips without thinking about it. Unsurprisingly the brunette is excited. The two of them actually get to enjoy each other.]
Is it selfish if we're mutually hogging each other-? [He teases quietly back, shifting to sit up again. He smoothly rises to slide out of his pajama pants. His trend of going commando today continues, leaving Leo a view as Peter settles back down on him.]
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[When Peter just nuzzles into him, Leo tilts his head to nuzzle his cheek against Peter's hair. And then he watches his husband get the rest of his clothes off. It's a good view. The best view, as Leo lets his hands slide down Peter's chest and skin to hold his sides.
He breathes out slow. Forced. Careful. Then leans up a little to kiss Peter, drawing him in deeply, his hand moving to his other breast to squeeze gently. Not fair to give one attention and not the other, but he squirms his hips a little. That heat is starting to pool in his core, and he wants to savor this a little longer before he drops.]
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[Peter purrs the sentiment back at Leo. Is it possessive? Maybe.
He doesn't want to share. Just for now.
Peter is just happy to kiss Leo in kind. Shifting enough to lean a little down and make it less of a struggle for his husband to kiss him. Groaning into the kiss at the squeezing of his other breast.]
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He wants to get his husband going, wants to get him soaked and dripping.
He wants to hear his husband through that kiss, nipping at his bottom lip carefully. He doesn't want to break skin, not yet. He will later.]
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He squirms again, moaning at the mixture of sensations. He can't quite stop himself from rocking in place. Not likely helping Leo's sense of control any.]
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When Peter rocks against his plastron, Leo shifts just a little, lifting his leg so Peter can rub against his thigh for now, and help himself keep everything contained for now. He wants to ask- He'll get to it eventually, a few more minutes of this. But god the thought of Peter's fingers playing with his sheath slit, fingering at him is intoxicating in a way.]
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Peter grinds a little against Leo's thigh at the invitation, mildly in passing assuming his husband hasn't dropped down yet, or is holding off.
He's definitely wet given the wet spot he's leaving against the skin there with his ministrations.]
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He breaks away, tugging at Peter's lip as he does before gasping and laying his head back.]
Pete- [His voice comes out a lot more strained than he means, wanting and desperate-] Could- Um. Could you help me out? D-down there. Just, ah. Your fingers?
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