neonleon | mcu/rise mashup

[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.]

Oh good, I definitely don't have to share.

[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.]

You're mine, and I don't really want to share.

[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?

[Peter pants a little as the kiss is broken, tipping his head slightly back.]

Y-yeah. Yeah, of course- [He slows himself to a stop, briefly a little embarrassed at how sticky he's left Leo's thigh.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, twisting around to turn around completely and draw his fingers across Leonardo's slit. His touch is light, careful, and well aware of how sensitive the skin there is. He brushes his thumb across it gently before he uses his index finger to dip a little past the slit.

Leo definitely has a more direct view of his husband's ass, and probably a better whiff of Peter's clear arousal.]

[He does - and the double hit of Peter's fingers sliding into his slit, over that sensitive skin, and the scent of Peter in front of him has his brain emptying of all thoughts. He groans loudly, arching his hips into Peter's touch instinctive, wanting more of that touch, chasing it.

His hands grip tight at Peter's thighs. His breathing's coming out heavy now but he sits up a little, kissing at his husband's lower lips before giving it a lick, tasting that wet dripping from him. It's almost maddening, the smell.]

Love you- [Kiss.] Love you so much, I - god, Peter. [He tightens his grip on Peter's thighs, licking at him earnestly now.]

[He grins a little at the way Leo's hips arch upwards. Peter continues just fingering Leo's slit.

His thumb almost lazily drifts across the outside of the slit whilst he slides his index finger back inside. He can tell his husband is definitely hard under there.

Peter really should have expected Leo to react like that, but his thoughts were directed elsewhere. So when the kissing starts he moans loudly. Peter tries to rock into it, just breathing in heavily.]

Leo- oh my god! [It is taking effort on Peter's part to not lose focus given his husband is licking him like this.]

[The reaction just spurs him on, trying to tug Peter's hips closer to mouth at him more determined. But he groans into him feeling Peter's finger sliding back into him. He presses his own hips up against Peter's hand almost desperate. He wants to feel more than that, he wants to drop, he just wants to feel Peter all around him, envelop him. But he doesn't stop licking and nipping at him gently. Wants to hear Peter loud again. It's taking everything not to flip Peter back over and do what he wants.]

[Peter pants audibly at the attention. His husband's name on his lips as the turtle continues licking and nipping at him. The brunette has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself focused.

He plunges his fingers a little deeper until he finds the head of Leo's member, stroking it teasingly. He can feel the erect member trying to push itself to freedom. The feeling is just making Peter whine openly.

He gently makes a grab at his husband's member to help him drop free.]

Leo- Leo- I- please, I want you- [Is he sort of begging, yes. Peter doesn't care very much.]

[The noise in Leo's throat is not quite a shout because he doesn't want to wake up the whole base, but thankfully it is muffled as he presses his face against Peter's thigh, choosing instead to bite him. Almost hard enough to break skin. He grinds his hips harder into Peter's hand, wanting to drop, wanting to feel Peter fingering him more and knowing one will have to stop for the other but god as soon as Peter has a hold of him in his sheath, all bets are off on the noise he makes. He's already slick with his own precum meant to help him drop. Just- a little more.

His head feels empty, just focused on the feeling and chasing it. His voice is low, thrusting desperately against his hand.] Peter, please- Please just a little more-

[The bite sends a shock through Peter and he gasps loudly at the feeling. He has to press his free hand against the sheets, letting it clench into a fist around the fabric.

His more controlled hand is focused on keeping a hold of his husband's member, jerking him off best he can given the position it's in.

He's moaning his husband's name. Breathing heavily out of his mouth.

Once Leo is out completely, Peter just moves to take the head of his husband's member into his mouth just for the moment.]

[Leo gasps his husband's name as he's freed, his cock falling loose and free just for him to nearly shout when Peter's mouth wraps around it. This time he bites down, does break skin tasting iron, his fingers digging hard into Peter's thighs. He can't do anything to stop the bucking his hips up into Peter's mouth.

Leo has to focus. Get his breathing under control, remember where they are. He breathes out slowly against his skin, licks at where he bit to soothe it.]

[He cries out around his husband's cock in his mouth at the bite. He has enough practice with this that he can take the thrusts into his mouth without any real issue.

The pain and pleasure meld together that Peter is trying to rut into Leo without thinking. He definitely rips the fabric of the sheet a little as he jerks his other hand back.

He forces himself to break away to suck in a breath, shaking slightly. He rests his cheek against the lower plates of Leo's plastron, just trying to pull himself back down a little.]

[As soon as Peter's mouth is free, Leo is reaching for him, tugging at his arm trying to sit him up.]

Peter- God, I want you on me. [He sounds breathless, trying to wrap both arm around Peter's middle as awkward an angle as this is.] Please.

[Leo feels like he's on fire. His skin is hot and his blood is burning, he needs the release, he needs everything at once. His dick is twitching, he can feel it aching with all the blood rushing to it right now and he feels desperate and scrabbling for anything.]

[He adjusts to actually sit up properly since he had slumped in an awkward position. Peter nods wordlessly, trying to get his thought in order.

He finds his voice, nodding again, but actually able to vocalize as he spreads his legs as an invitation.]

I want you, I want you in me, please-

[Leo wishes, not for the first and certainly not the last time, that lube was easier to get their hands on. It'd feel so good right now, but he'll take what's in front of him. His eyes rake up from Peter's ass and up his back, watching those perfectly tuned muscles move as Peter sits up.

With that invitation, Leo shifts his hips to line up, just rubbing himself against Peter to get himself slick. Warmed up and wet and god it's perfect, it's warm and wet and andand- his thoughts are nonsensical as he watches before gently carefully, handling Peter's hips with both hands to guide him down onto him. Normally they're fast, normally they don't get to do this at all, but he wants them both to soak up that feeling of Leo filling his husband, of Peter taking him in slowly and feeling every inch of him with a loud groan in his throat.]

[Peter whines openly at the feeling of Leo sliding into him. He feels so full, and it good. It's what he wanted. It has been too long since they actually did this properly. He reaches back to try and hold onto Leo, wanting to anchor himself to the turtle.

He tips his head back, sucking in another breath as the two of them just sit there basking in the feeling.]

You feel, so good- so, so good- [He gasps back. He has to resist his urge to rock into Leo.]

Edited (oops broken code) 2023-02-20 09:42 (UTC)

[He just -

Leo just needs a minute. The had that quickie earlier, but it was so fast and so frenzied, they didn't get to properly enjoy it. But all the wind is knocked out of him feeling Peter warm and wet and tight around him. His legs settled against Leo's thighs like this, his back open and bare in front of him. Leo wants to try leaving marks again; he knows it won't take, they almost never do, but it never stops him from trying to see if he can beat that healing factor.

He traces his fingertips along the lines of Peter's back, up and back around to his front to cup both his breasts and squeeze them gently. It's a good distraction for himself to not start moving his hips yet, not until Peter's settled with his size inside him.]

You're so warm. You're so hot around me, Peter. [He gives those nipples a little playful tweak.]

[Peter moans again as he sinks completely down onto Leo's length. God, he feels so full. They haven't had a chance to actually do this in... forever. He's managing to keep some restraint and not just rut against Leo impatiently.

He whines a little at the playful tweak, his goosebumps coming back with a vengeance.

He fumbles to reach back, giving his husband's mask a gentle tug. He tries to make his words sound like an order, but it comes off a little breathless.]

Pin me down, and fuck me.

[Cute. Those goosebumps are cute in the middle of all of this. He lets his nipples go so he can cup his breasts softly, rolling his hands over them to keep the stimulation going for Peter.

But those words hit like a steel chair to his turtle brain, as much as the tug to his mask. For a good thirty seconds, there are no words in his head. Just their smell and Peter's smell and the warmth, and Peter's skin against his and-

His voice comes out breathless.] You sure?

[Peter nods in turn, humming lowly out of ingrained habit by this point. By now its just something about the vibration that both of them like. He twirls the fabric of Leo's mask tails around his fingers.

He starts to vaguely rock against Leo, trying to offer some encouragement.] Yeah, very sure.

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