At this rate, we should just build our room over part of the lake. [He muses idly back. Leo moving, pushing deeper sends a little shock of arousal through Peter. He sucks in a sharp breath, his heart rate jumping briefly. Paired with the attention along the back of his jaw and ear just makes Peter rut a little into him.
He swallows briefly, trying to find his voice after that feeling.] We'll pretend I had a really funny quip for that, because I was a little distracted.
[Peter gasps openly again, shivering where he's laid under his spouse. He tightens a little around Leo, be it unintentionally since that was just- a lot.
He lets go of his loose hold on Leo to cover his own mouth to keep from making a lot of noise.]
Sorry... Sorry. [He rubs at Peter's side to soothe, kissing his shoulder. He settles again, content to just lay still now until his knot releases them for now.]
So. Definitely this is a... Special occasion type thing to do in the future.
[Leo adjusts his chest so he can lay his plastron flat against Peter's back and start gently trilling and chirping, letting him feel the vibrations from it.]
[The trilling and chirping are enough to help Peter relax a little more. He trills back softly.
The questions just make him go a little red. He isn't even sure how to explain it properly. Is he going to sound weird?
He covers his face with his hand, just trying to hide his initial flush.]
I like, your weight on me. It's comforting, makes me feel safe. I also like how your plastron feels against my skin. [He feels like he sounds dumb, but he's already talking.] I like how deep you fuck me, and having you just stuck in me is- it feels so good. I just want to keep you there. [The blush is spreading again.]
[He would take a million pictures of that blush and frame them if he could. It's sweet, it's cute, his husband has always been cute. This hasn't changed.
Leo kisses at the back of Peter's neck, letting himself relax on top of him.]
Big words, liking my weight on you. I'll be responsible with that.
[Peter sighs a little happily at that.] Eventually we'll get it to stick.
[Whilst it is already healing as is the lighter cuts from Leo's claws.
The only scarring that ever stuck with Peter are the lingering aged burn scars from early on in the war. Impressions of his old suit had been burnt into his skin. Lines of circuitry made the scarring strange to look at.
It should look worse given how severe the injury had been at the time, but his healing factor had handled a decent amount of it. The fact the skin still feels anything is a testament to Peter's luck.]
[He loves his husband, though. Every wrinkle that's starting to form at their age, every scar that has managed to stick despite the circumstances. He kisses the edge of one of those lingering scars, just to reassure.]
We'll just have to find a lake during the summer where we can be alone and I know it'll stick. [He muses softly back, relaxed and content at the moment.
He can still feel Leo inside of him, but it isn't the same electricity from when he was moving.] When the war is over, we can just retire and take as much time as we want to do things.
[Never an if, always a 'when' for Peter when it comes to the war.]
Do you think that'd do the trick? [He chuckles softly, Peter warm and tight around him still. He's going to remember this for a long time. For now, he thumbs idle patterns against Peter's arm, his side. Soaking up his warmth now that his own is dissipating a bit and he feels chilled.]
...Yeah. It'll be great, we'll do whatever we want.
I know it would. [He muses warmly back, still wishing he could kiss Leo, but... trying to move on the knot would probably knock both of them over in the process.]
We'll get our time soon.
[He can't quite contain the thought for long. His husband buried inside of him is just making his brain bounce around.]
I'm going to kiss you senseless when I get the chance.
[He watches Peter's face a little more before burying his own into Peter's shoulder. Breathe. Leo squeezes his husband's arm to ground himself again, smelling that arousal on him.]
You're gonna be the death of me some day, you know that?
Yeah, but I don't think you'd be complaining for too long. [He teases lightly back. Shifting just a little to test out if the knot still remains firmly tied to him.
Unsurprisingly, the movement knocks some of the air out of Peter. He groans a little softly before laying back onto the bed.] Pretty sure we're just gonna live like this at this rate. [He doesn't particularly mind.]
[When Peter moves again, Leo grips at his arm, biting gently into his shoulder to muffle the, frankly, indecent moan that comes out of him. Gods alive.]
Not for the rest of our lives, no... Just- just give it a little more time.
I'm- starting to get that picture. [He breathes out quietly. He definitely sounds winded from jab of arousal the attempt had given him. The bite paired with the muffled moan Leo made didn't help any either.] holy shit.
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He swallows briefly, trying to find his voice after that feeling.] We'll pretend I had a really funny quip for that, because I was a little distracted.
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[Well now that he knows he can... He shifts again, feeling the knot rub against Peter's insides with a shudder.]
Ohmigosh that's too sensitive.
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He lets go of his loose hold on Leo to cover his own mouth to keep from making a lot of noise.]
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So. Definitely this is a... Special occasion type thing to do in the future.
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Yeah, it- feels that way. [He wonders how to even phrase his thoughts.] You being buried in me is- definitely doing things to me.
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Yeah? Like what? Tell me about it.
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The questions just make him go a little red. He isn't even sure how to explain it properly. Is he going to sound weird?
He covers his face with his hand, just trying to hide his initial flush.]
I like, your weight on me. It's comforting, makes me feel safe. I also like how your plastron feels against my skin. [He feels like he sounds dumb, but he's already talking.] I like how deep you fuck me, and having you just stuck in me is- it feels so good. I just want to keep you there. [The blush is spreading again.]
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Leo kisses at the back of Peter's neck, letting himself relax on top of him.]
Big words, liking my weight on you. I'll be responsible with that.
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Whatever you want, babe.
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[Whilst it is already healing as is the lighter cuts from Leo's claws.
The only scarring that ever stuck with Peter are the lingering aged burn scars from early on in the war. Impressions of his old suit had been burnt into his skin. Lines of circuitry made the scarring strange to look at.
It should look worse given how severe the injury had been at the time, but his healing factor had handled a decent amount of it. The fact the skin still feels anything is a testament to Peter's luck.]
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[He loves his husband, though. Every wrinkle that's starting to form at their age, every scar that has managed to stick despite the circumstances. He kisses the edge of one of those lingering scars, just to reassure.]
I'll have to try harder.
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He can still feel Leo inside of him, but it isn't the same electricity from when he was moving.] When the war is over, we can just retire and take as much time as we want to do things.
[Never an if, always a 'when' for Peter when it comes to the war.]
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...Yeah. It'll be great, we'll do whatever we want.
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We'll get our time soon.
[He can't quite contain the thought for long. His husband buried inside of him is just making his brain bounce around.]
I'm going to kiss you senseless when I get the chance.
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[He sounds both hopeful and very devious about it.]
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You want a web, don't you, Leo? [He is clearly trying to talk dirty, even if its rusty in places.] I've caught you in my web. I'll keep you there.
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Oh, that is a look. Leo watches Peter, licking his lips for a moment. Peter can feel Leo's heart thundering in his chest.]
You willing to use up that much for this?
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He can feel Leo's heartbeat start kicking up, which makes him a little aroused all over again.]
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[He watches Peter's face a little more before burying his own into Peter's shoulder. Breathe. Leo squeezes his husband's arm to ground himself again, smelling that arousal on him.]
You're gonna be the death of me some day, you know that?
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Unsurprisingly, the movement knocks some of the air out of Peter. He groans a little softly before laying back onto the bed.] Pretty sure we're just gonna live like this at this rate. [He doesn't particularly mind.]
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Not for the rest of our lives, no... Just- just give it a little more time.
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