[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.]
[He lets the kiss linger a little, just brushing his fingers against his husband's cheek. He breaks away with a soft chuff of a laugh.]
Dunno how long you'll be calling me a hero. [He presses a kiss against Leo's snout before reluctantly getting up from the bed. He discovers his legs are definitely wobbly under him after a few steps.
Peter mumbles a quiet 'oh my god' at the wobbliness before he finds his suit and takes the webshooter off the wrist. He manages to get his footing back as he comes back towards the bed.
He comes to a stop debating with himself on where to start on building a web. His expression is thoughtful as he mentally mulls over structural integrity and possibilities. He takes aim, shooting the first strand of webbing, the base before he adds another shot of web and another. It isn't going to take him very long to build a web from the look of things. ]
I'm probably going to have to carry you up there. Do you want me to lean into the hero thing or just carry you? [A gentle vibe check for both of them.]
[Leo settles to watch Peter work. It's always a rarity now to see him use the webshooters; his husband's always been a near-perfect shot since they were teenagers, and it's admittedly really cool to see him build the web from nothing to base it on.]
I mean, if we're gonna do some roleplay, would that make me the villain? I am the one that flooded everything.
Technically, I said that because you flooded me. [He muses teasingly back, willing to make the city talk dirty for a second. His attention is still on the web coming together, looking sturdier by the second.] Villain works though, I can just trap you in the web then and have my way with you.
Yeah, you've gotta show me the error of my ways. Rehabilitate me, and all.
[It's still really, really cool watching Peter put it all together. But that straightforward thinking as Peter sorts out the math in his head? Stupidly attractive.]
[The brunette makes sure the ends of the web are stronger as are the middle of the web, so it supports both of their weights.
Peter thinks the web is sturdy enough, but ambles up a wall to tentatively walk onto the web to test it. Peter walks across the web on light careful feet, testing what he's built. He doesn't outright stick, given his quick movement.
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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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Dunno how long you'll be calling me a hero. [He presses a kiss against Leo's snout before reluctantly getting up from the bed. He discovers his legs are definitely wobbly under him after a few steps.
Peter mumbles a quiet 'oh my god' at the wobbliness before he finds his suit and takes the webshooter off the wrist. He manages to get his footing back as he comes back towards the bed.
He comes to a stop debating with himself on where to start on building a web. His expression is thoughtful as he mentally mulls over structural integrity and possibilities. He takes aim, shooting the first strand of webbing, the base before he adds another shot of web and another. It isn't going to take him very long to build a web from the look of things. ]
I'm probably going to have to carry you up there. Do you want me to lean into the hero thing or just carry you? [A gentle vibe check for both of them.]
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I mean, if we're gonna do some roleplay, would that make me the villain? I am the one that flooded everything.
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Yeah, you've gotta show me the error of my ways. Rehabilitate me, and all.
[It's still really, really cool watching Peter put it all together. But that straightforward thinking as Peter sorts out the math in his head? Stupidly attractive.]
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Peter thinks the web is sturdy enough, but ambles up a wall to tentatively walk onto the web to test it. Peter walks across the web on light careful feet, testing what he's built. He doesn't outright stick, given his quick movement.
Enjoy the view, Leo.]
I think this will work?
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