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.
No, you're fine. [Peter says this gently but firmly, wishing he could look at Leo properly to reassure him.]
We'll give it a little bit longer, okay? I don't want to rush it that badly if forcing might hurt you or me. [They've never really done this before, so it's new territory. They only have so long to themselves.]
I'm sure. [He rubs at Leo's arm gently, well, what he can reach of it. Peter is trying to soothe Leo a little. He tries to not shift around too much, though he wants to kiss Leo very badly at this point.] It's just proving we're saving this for special occasions, though.
Enough of a special occasion that we have the time to probably nap it off too.
Maybe. Though I know, it's not particularly sexy. [Peter muses with a quiet amused huff.] We have time, right? I can build you a web when we're untied properly and I have some extra energy under my belt.
Mmmhm, we've got all night and most of the morning. Just before lunch.
[Even as they're talking, Leo can feel himself starting to finally come down and relax. Probably not too much longer now, as long as they don't move for a little longer.]
Even if we don't get everything we wanted done, I'm just enjoying this, us. [He rubs Leo's arm again, just relaxed under his husband's weight.] I love you, and I just want this time.
[Peter laughs a little at that.] Second honeymoon territory, definitely. I think we're owed that.
[He huffs a little as he adds.] I'm glad we tried this now, if we did this as teenagers, I'm pretty sure we'd be stuck and frantically googling about this.
[Feeling Leo's laugh against his bare skin just makes Peter's smile brighten up a little further.]
I'm sure there would have been some stellar advice. [He muses dryly back, aware their dilemma would've been fodder for someone else online personal matters. The internet has been gone for nearly a decade at this point, but Peter remembers what it was like.] 'Why would you ever want to get out of that, ;)'
[Peter did in fact pronounce 'winky face' aloud, specifically to try and make his spouse laugh.]
[Peter has to remind himself that he'll get to see Leo's face soon enough to try and stay still. He loves hearing his husband laugh, hell, he loves making his husband laugh. It is one of those things that never will lose its appeal to Peter. Even when they're hopefully old and grey together after this war is over.]
Would have made the theoretical situation all the worse. Pretty sure I would've pitched my phone across the room by the time more winky faces came out of nowhere.
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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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[Leo sighs a little against Peter's shoulder. Maybe he should just pull out. It might hurt Peter, but they could at least get a proper breather.]
Think you'd be okay if I tried to pull it out?
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We'll give it a little bit longer, okay? I don't want to rush it that badly if forcing might hurt you or me. [They've never really done this before, so it's new territory. They only have so long to themselves.]
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If you're sure...
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Enough of a special occasion that we have the time to probably nap it off too.
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Is that what you wanna do when I can untie us? You wanna nap instead?
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[Even as they're talking, Leo can feel himself starting to finally come down and relax. Probably not too much longer now, as long as they don't move for a little longer.]
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Love you too, Petes. But this is definitely special occasion only.
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[He huffs a little as he adds.] I'm glad we tried this now, if we did this as teenagers, I'm pretty sure we'd be stuck and frantically googling about this.
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Yeah, yeah we would've. The furry forums would've become our best friends.
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I'm sure there would have been some stellar advice. [He muses dryly back, aware their dilemma would've been fodder for someone else online personal matters. The internet has been gone for nearly a decade at this point, but Peter remembers what it was like.] 'Why would you ever want to get out of that, ;)'
[Peter did in fact pronounce 'winky face' aloud, specifically to try and make his spouse laugh.]
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They probably would've thought it was some roleplay scenario they were being invited to or something.
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Would have made the theoretical situation all the worse. Pretty sure I would've pitched my phone across the room by the time more winky faces came out of nowhere.
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So let's all be glad that didn't happen back then. Smart of teenage us.
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