neonleon | mcu/rise mashup

[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.

[Okay, now it's rude. Peter is being rude trying to talk to Leo while also doing that, making him groan loudly, squeezing his breasts hard. That friction is so much right now. But with Peter's confirmation, Leo moves. Quick and decisive, shifting to sit straight up. It only takes a few motions to get Peter chest down on the mattress, his hands gripping at his sides to keep him on Leo, taking care not to let himself slip out of Peter too much as they move. Once he's down, he braces himself with hands on either side of Peter and breathes.

Breathe.

His heart is racing already and he hasn't even moved yet, just from feeling Peter tight and starting to relax around him. He starts slow, gently rocking his hips into him, back out almost completely before sliding back in slowly.. Just getting the motions again for the first time in ages.]

[Peter laughs a little breathlessly, though it turns into a moan at the hard squeeze to his breasts. He unwinds his fingers from his husband's mask tails, just letting his hand pat Leo's cheek in passing.

He's definitely moaning again as Leo just moves him into position, trying to stay buried in Peter the entire time. He manages somehow not to squirm or rut. Peter considers that a victory for what it is.

He relaxes against the mattress, breathing out slowly as his husband's weight settles over him. He missed this. He missed this so desperately.

He's briefly very aware of how wet he is again by the sound of Leo sliding out and then back into him. Not that his mind lingers on that as he groans loudly at Leo testing the proverbial waters.]

[Leo wants to be careful here. He's always so hyperaware of everyone around them - while he knows and his family know how close he and Peter have always been, even before dating, even before marriage and the war, he's not so ignorant to think other humans around the base don't look at him like... Well. Like some giant turtle monster demon that's been keeping the polite, well-mannered, kind sweet Commander Parker to himself for probably dastardly reasons, to ravage and keep to himself. They can think whatever, but Leo tries to make sure it's clear he and Peter are on even ground here, fully understanding where they're at together. Humans just get real weird sometimes about anything different. He's known it all his life, and he tried not to let it bother him much. It's why Peter was so special. Peter never looked at the Hamatos like that.

But sometimes, in moments like this, if he were to look from the outside in, he could probably see it. The way his plastron is made for this positioning, the way Peter bends for him and relaxes for him. Leo rests a hand over Peter's on the bed.]

How many rounds d'you wanna go?

Well, you said we have all night. [Peter muses as he peers back up at his husband, smiling up at him. He likes Leo's weight over the top of him like this. Its comforting in a way he can't quite articulate.

He's still a little breathless, so his words are a little huskier than usual. He shifts his hand so he can squeeze Leo's hand in his own.]

Four-? Five?

I mean. [The smile is a little devious now.] Didn't you want me to stick to you-?

[Leo watches Peter for that answer, for any immediate discomfort given how long it's been. But lord, that voice just does things to him.

Lean smiles, half chuckling to himself at that response and kisses the back of Peter's shoulder.]

I did say that. I did say those things, yeah. [He gives a playful little nip at his shoulder before starting to move again.] You know what I think I miss the most in this place? [Don't mind him trying to talk while he pants moving his hips. He's found the positioning now, it's all about pacing. He doesn't want to repeat earlier in the day if he can help it, so slow and firm for now.]

[The nip just makes his smile a little more devious as he squeezes Leo's hand in his own again.

Peter exhales softly as his husband starts moving, just rocking into him. He's trying to match the pace without overdoing it. He presses his free hand against his mouth initially, trying to control his volume as he whines a little.

Trying to hold a conversation isn't new, but Peter is distracted by the feeling of Leo's thrusts and the sound of his scutes hitting Peter's bare skin.]

What do you miss-?

[Leo keeps himself leaning down, his chest rubbing against Peter's back softly. He may end up with some plastron-burn if they aren't careful. But Peter feels so good around him. Leo is aching to move harder, faster, but he doesn't want to wear them out too early in their one free night they've got. His next breath comes out with a light groan against Peter's shoulder.]

Toys. God, I miss you pounding me. [The thought of feeling full for the first time in... so, so many years has his skin tingling hot.] You were so good at it.

[He squeezes Peter's hand again burying his face against Peter's back. Each breath comes out with a noise from deep in his throat driving in deep, all the way into Peter carefully with a shudder. Then carefully pulling back just to do it again.]

[He rocks with Leo's movements, not too worried about getting plastron-burn, not when he likes the friction between them. The scratch feels good to Peter even now. His breath shakes slightly with each careful deep thrust.

The reminder of toys is enough to make Peter moan a little. He hadn't quite forgotten about sex toys, but- shunted it aside. Like many other things they just couldn't have, it wasn't worth worrying about.

Now he really wanted it again.]

Fuck. That would- be, really, really nice. I miss fucking you like that. You're so gorgeous like that.

[He mumbles into Peter's back:] Just another fucking thing the Krang took from us.

[Then he sighs, kissing a spot between his shoulders before giving a bite. He shoves himself into Peter so his hips are flush with Peter's, shivering from the feeling, Peter's warmth against his softer plastron plates. And then a moment later, another shuddering break as he draws back.]

Know it's been a while, uh. J-just... lemme know how you're feeling if it's not good. All right?

[he's getting some ideas though. If Peter's wanting to go four or five rounds, he's got a few ideas he wants to do that they just... haven't gotten to in ages. His hand holding Peter's moves to holding his wrist, keeping it firmly in place as he starts thrusting harder, just a little to start working up a sweat. Just hearing his plastron quietly hitting against Peter's ass and thighs like this. It's probably rude to ask a question and then immediately start gradually picking up pace but... No one ever claimed Leo was nice.]

[The mumble just makes Peter laugh a little. He just wants to kiss his husband for that. Peter will get Leo with a kiss when he's not pressed into the mattress.]

I- [That is the pace being picked up, and Peter moaning out the next word of his sentence.] will- oh my god-

[He's definitely trying to move with Leo as much as possible, wanting to meet those thrusts.]

[Oh good. Peter got the memo and will take it under consideration. He can't help but grin at that, being able to still get that kind of reaction out of him as he moves.]

I wonder- [He's having to get quick pants out between thrusts trying to still talk. He can't not talk.] If I started scratching, would- Would your healing factor... Get it before we started the- next-next round?

[He grins at the thought. Scratching up Peter's back with his claws, biting into him again. He can already see the bite on his inner thigh starting to heal up with is a shape, he would've liked Peter to have that one for a little longer. Leo moves both his hands to hold Peter's side to keep him steady, his movements more sure and steady now groaning his name into his back.]

[Peter is torn between the ingrained instinct to be quiet and the natural inclination to talk. His best middle ground is whining loudly against his hand as he moves against Leo.

He moans openly at the question.] Let's- Let's see. I wanna know. Claw me.

[Peter cannot explain why the idea makes him further excited, but he trusts Leo and he likes well- everything they end up doing.]

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