[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.
Good job teenage us. Having restraint in a way we do not possess now. [Peter smiles at the giggling, trying to tamp down on his own urge to laugh.] You got me potatoes and I immediately jumped you. My spider-y whims cannot be contained.
[Peter huffs a little at that. He's relaxed under Leo, both of them loosening up enough they can move sooner rather than later.] I feel like that is an exaggeration, Mr. Parker-Hamato. People are primarily smitten by you. Tall, handsome, good with his words and his hands.
Mhmm, I dunno. Its hard to not look at you. [Says the man whose in love with him.]
[Peter knows its corny, but its nice to be able to just joke around with his husband, to enjoy each others company without interruption.] They've seen you handle a sword, I think they can get an idea from that.
[He thumbs along Peter's side as more of that pressure around him eases. He thinks it's probably okay now. So a quick kiss to the middle of Peter's back as Leo shifts, carefully gently holding his husband's hip to try and pull away. It's still just a little tight for the thickest part of the knot, but he pulls lose with a sigh of relief.]
Okay- That, th-that noise is. The worst, I think. [He's half laughing.] And, uh, note to future us, we need to have a towel ready next time we do this.
[Peter tries to stay loose and languid as Leo works on pulling out. He groans a little against his own hand at the feeling of Leo sliding out of him. Even if the wet sound it makes is excessively comical in a way Peter can't articulate. He's a little sore in a way he doesn't mind.
Once Leo is out of him, Peter can feel the start of dribbling. Once he shifts his hips to try and move positions, well its inevitable. Cum spills freely down between his thighs onto the sheets. He is aware as soon as he sits down, their sheets are absolutely toast.
He feels a lot less full, now. Peter has a brief pang of missing that feeling before dismissing it. He moves to ] It's a noise I'm not about to forget.
We're definitely going to need to change the sheets tomorrow. Thank goodness tomorrow is laundry day anyway.
[If he was or wasn't? Who knows except him. But he laughs and sits on his knees now, content to watch Peter.]
Got some spare sheets in storage behind you when we're done. [And fills his chest with a deep breath.] Man, feels like I can finally get a good breath again.
[Peter moves to actually sit down, and is not surprised he's just kind of making a mess at this point.
He releases a gentle huff at that.] My hero. [He clasps his hands together, in mild teasing adoration. He adjusts his urge to kiss his husband senseless, just placing a quick peck on his cheek instead.]
It was a little hard to focus with you buried in me like that, so, I can guess you were having about the same experience I was.
As soon as you catch your breath, I'm going to kiss you. [A warning? A promise? Who knows.]
Yeah, that definitely added to everything. I guess you're supposed to just lay perfectly still during that? Makes my nap theory more sound for next time.
It is definitely happening. [And Leo's cheek gets another kiss before Peter shifts back to balance on his own knees.] Gimme a second, I'm kind of... damp? Is that- even how to describe this?
[He gestures at the mess between his thighs vaguely for emphasis.
He ends up shifting to stretch out briefly before giving in to the lazier part of himself to pluck up some of the exposed sheet to wipe at his inner thighs. Normally he would prefer to actually wash himself up, but that's not happening right now. Navigating to the public wash area is not in Peter's plans. He has to joke idly about it in turn. ] I'm sure this is absolutely setting the mood perfectly.
[Leo smiles at the kiss and watches his husband. It's all adoration on his face.]
You know, it is? The city below, flooded. [He moves in to lean between Peter's legs, face close to his.] And soon only the air will be safe. How will everyone be able to be suspended like that?
[Peter snorts a little at that.] Very carefully, with a lot of webbing, that's how. Though, I'm sure you'll flood it soon enough again.
[He half expected his husband to hang back while he cleaned up, but the company is nice. He draws Leo in for a full proper kiss, placing a hand against his husband's cheek. He's about a dry as he's going to get for the rest of the night at this point.
He'll get up to grab the web shooter in a second, he just wants a kiss or two first.]
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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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Does that make you- A- a jumping spider?
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[He is winding down from that though, feeling Peter loosening up around him. Okay, so that's getting somewhere finally.]
And I watch soooo many hearts break in the recruits when you look at me like you're wanting to jump me on the spot.
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[A quick kiss of lips to his shoulder.]
And no one knows how good I am with my hands except you.
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[Peter knows its corny, but its nice to be able to just joke around with his husband, to enjoy each others company without interruption.] They've seen you handle a sword, I think they can get an idea from that.
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Oh my god....
Have you been giving away my secrets to the recruits? [He leans in, right by Peter's ear.] Naughty.
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I can't be blamed, I doubt I'm the only one looking at your hands when they're holding a sword.
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[He thumbs along Peter's side as more of that pressure around him eases. He thinks it's probably okay now. So a quick kiss to the middle of Peter's back as Leo shifts, carefully gently holding his husband's hip to try and pull away. It's still just a little tight for the thickest part of the knot, but he pulls lose with a sigh of relief.]
Okay- That, th-that noise is. The worst, I think. [He's half laughing.] And, uh, note to future us, we need to have a towel ready next time we do this.
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Once Leo is out of him, Peter can feel the start of dribbling. Once he shifts his hips to try and move positions, well its inevitable. Cum spills freely down between his thighs onto the sheets. He is aware as soon as he sits down, their sheets are absolutely toast.
He feels a lot less full, now. Peter has a brief pang of missing that feeling before dismissing it. He moves to ] It's a noise I'm not about to forget.
We're definitely going to need to change the sheets tomorrow. Thank goodness tomorrow is laundry day anyway.
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[If he was or wasn't? Who knows except him. But he laughs and sits on his knees now, content to watch Peter.]
Got some spare sheets in storage behind you when we're done. [And fills his chest with a deep breath.] Man, feels like I can finally get a good breath again.
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He releases a gentle huff at that.] My hero. [He clasps his hands together, in mild teasing adoration. He adjusts his urge to kiss his husband senseless, just placing a quick peck on his cheek instead.]
It was a little hard to focus with you buried in me like that, so, I can guess you were having about the same experience I was.
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Yeah, and the fact every time either of us blinked it just made the whole thing more sensitive?
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Yeah, that definitely added to everything. I guess you're supposed to just lay perfectly still during that? Makes my nap theory more sound for next time.
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[He gestures at the mess between his thighs vaguely for emphasis.
He ends up shifting to stretch out briefly before giving in to the lazier part of himself to pluck up some of the exposed sheet to wipe at his inner thighs. Normally he would prefer to actually wash himself up, but that's not happening right now. Navigating to the public wash area is not in Peter's plans. He has to joke idly about it in turn. ] I'm sure this is absolutely setting the mood perfectly.
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You know, it is? The city below, flooded. [He moves in to lean between Peter's legs, face close to his.] And soon only the air will be safe. How will everyone be able to be suspended like that?
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[He half expected his husband to hang back while he cleaned up, but the company is nice. He draws Leo in for a full proper kiss, placing a hand against his husband's cheek. He's about a dry as he's going to get for the rest of the night at this point.
He'll get up to grab the web shooter in a second, he just wants a kiss or two first.]
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[He's joking, mostly. His skin warms right back up with want in that kiss.]
What would we do without our hero?
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