neonleon | mcu/rise mashup

[Leonardo crosses his arms from where he sits on the bed. Watching, smiling pleasantly. It's a great view.]

Oh, I think that'll definitely work, Petes. [He reaches to flick one of the strands like plucking a harp string.] Secure enough?

I think so. Should hold both of us and handle our level of activity just fine. [He glances back down at his husband, amused and fond all at once. He can feel the vibration of the pluck. ~~Sure hope that doesn't awaken anything within him!~~

Peter moves to drop down with a practiced ease, landing on his feet on the floor next to their bed. Peter drifts over to where his husband is seated on the bed. He reaches out to draw his spouse into a kiss. Peter cups Leo's face in his hands.

He meant for the kiss to be playful, just a quick one, but he ends up deepening without planning on it. He just wants Leo.]

[Leo watches his husband drift to him, effortlessly and easy, like they do it every day. And when he leans in for that kiss, it's everything for the moment. He rests a hand over Peter's on his cheek as he leans up into the kiss, eyes closing and settling into him. A small part of him misses when Peter was taller than him when they were younger. The growth spurt was nice and he wouldn't trade being tall for anything, but maybe just something so Peter could be taller again.

He has to break the kiss at the risk of pulling Peter down with him and wasting all that webbing.]

Mm. What will the hero do, now that he's found the villain?

[Peter grins down at Leo, shifting on the web carefully enough so he can lean further down. He can hang off of it with ease. Even with the gap of years between the last time he actually built a web like this.

He's loose languid, pleased. Already feeling a little excited at the prospect of what they are doing.]

I think I can rehabilitate you, it could take time. [He moves just enough to run his fingertips teasingly along Leo's cheek.

He leans further down to just reach out and wrap his arms around Leo's waist, hefting him up easily. As far as Peter is concerned, Leo doesn't really weigh much of anything to him. He makes sure to deposit his husband carefully in the web next to him. The web under them is sturdy enough there is only a very faint tremor at the addition of Leo's weight.]

It might take time, considering what you've done.

[He presses a quick kiss against Leo's lips, moving to lightly maneuver Leo's arms over his head. Intending to tie him up.]

[It's a rare treat when Peter gets the chance to pick Leo up. But this is so... so good. That web is strong at his back shell and he smiles at Peter. Leans into that kiss as his arms get moved above his head.]

Oh yeah? How bad was it? My sense of right and wrong is messed up, I have nooooo idea how bad I was.

[It doesn't take much for Peter to weave some of the thread around Leo's wrists, binding his wrists together so his range of movements are decidedly limited. He draws out of the kiss to press another kiss against his snout.]

You were very bad. [Peter purrs lowly back at him. Once he's sure Leo is settled, he raises his hand to pluck at the edge of Leo's mask teasingly, a warning that he's going to turn it in a second.]

Whatever am I going to do with you, Neon Leon? [He plucks a nickname out of the air, deciding on something simple in the moment.]

Omigosh a nickname. [He lets out a happy laugh at that before the mask is turned and his eyesight goes to nothing but a dark dulled blue in the shadow.

An instinctive wave crashes into the back of his mind, never really been without his sight like this unless he closed his eyes himself. But that's the point of this. To let him be handled in a safe way, let Peter call the shots. So where his muscles tense, Leo carefully, forcefully lets himself relax.]

I dunno. You've got a whole night to figure it out.

[Peter runs his hands lightly along Leo's bare body, fingertips purposefully sticking here and there. He's trying to give his husband a moment to relax.

They haven't really done a lot of this in a while. He presses a kiss against Leo's neck, his 'ear', lingering there for a moment.] Just say the word, and I'll stop.

[It's a passing reminder, one Peter doesn't linger on for very long as he draws back enough to lean his weight into Leo. He's still slender in comparison to his husband, but the two of them know the shape of the other by now.]

You're definitely unrepentant, aren't you?

[Something further unwinds in him hearing that whisper. It's a relief, and maybe some day some time they should come up with a safeword of some kind. But that's for the future, unless an emergency here happens.

Leo doesn't think it will though.

Not the way Peter is leaning into him.]

I don't know the error of my ways, how can I be?

You'd think someone who flooded a city would regret it at least a little. [His fingertips continue coaxing along Leo's sides. He isn't too sensitive there, but he likely can feel the sticking feeling and pressure Peter is putting into it.

One hand drops down to his husband's bare leg. He coaxes his fingers along the skin, teasingly.] You've done worse before, so, this was the final straw. Someone has to take you in. Rehabilitate you.

[He's focusing on the touches. On the pressure, the feeling of Peter's fingers sticking periodically here and there on his shell. The way his skin jumps when the touch reaches his leg is obvious; he can't move too much because of the web against his backside, but he smiles a little.]

Best it's you, then. You're the type who's soooo determined to see things through to get results, aren't you?

[Peter laughs softly at that reaction.] Spider-Man isn't one to give up, you're right about that. I know I can help you. It'll just take a little persuasion.

[He coaxes his hand along Leo's inner thigh, shifting his hand, so he's dragging his nails across the sensitive skin. With how much Leo was teasing him earlier, it feels fair to return the favor a little bit.

His other hand traces along the line of Leo's plastron plates, firmly sticking his hand towards the middle of his 'chest'. Peter slowly starts to draw the hand back. Unsticking bit by bit.]

[Peter can probably feel the way his tail is wagging a little through the opening of the web. Leo holds his breath as he feels each part of his hand pull away, even down to the individual fingertips. It's already killing him that he can't move as freely; he wants to wrap Peter up and hold him. But that's part of the play here.

He tilts his head back a little, chin up.]

And what'll you do if I act out while you try to rehabilitate me?

[Feeling the vibrations of the web is enough to make Peter smile, amusement and a slow edge of arousal rises to the surface.]

We'd have to start all over again, but you seem like a fast learner. [The exposed neck is too tempting for Peter to resist. He leans in a little, pressing a kiss against Leo's throat.

He bites teasingly at the skin. Barely much of a bite, really. He murmurs against the skin.] I can tell you just like acting out, don't you?

[He lets his hand drift further down to stick at Leo's midsection. Repeating the slow process of stick and removal.]

What can I say? You're a good audience.

[Leo shivers - the kiss followed by the bite, the hand sticking and pulling away from his middle. He keeps his head back, mask tails sticking to the web now but it's fine. Leo tries to arch his middle reaching for Peter's touch again.]

Should I keep acting out?

Maybe. [He brushes his lips against Leo's throat, nosing into his scaley skin. Peter's breath is warm against Leo's skin, likely a brief tickling presence before Peter is biting playfully at his shoulder.

He meets the unspoken demand by teasingly sticking his fingers along Leo's middle again. For a much shorter time now.]

I always like chasing you. You always keep me on my toes. Always full of surprises.

[He hums in his throat at that, trilling happily at the feeling, Peter's breath against his neck, the teeth on his shoulder. Leo likes using words more than anyone but he won't holds back his instinctive noises either. Not with Peter.

Especially not when Peter can already pick up Leo's faster breathing, pulse racing under his skin.]

Someone has to, you know. You're too good at catching everyone else.

[The trilling is already making Peter feel squirmy. The sound of his husband's heartrate kicking up also is giving him a bit of a rush. He's already starting to think they aren't going to last the four to five rounds he wanted today.

Partially his fault given the ninpo thing from earlier. Oops.

He trails his fingers lower down, teasing by sticking near the softer plates. Not quite touching yet.]

Neon Leon, flashy, full of surprises. [He nips a trail across Leo's shoulder.] I think I'll keep you. Unless you don't want to stay in my web?

[He might be a little bit of a pain as he withdraws his touch at the question. A clear tease given Leo can probably feel the heat radiating off of Peter still from their proximity.]

Well.

[He feigns looking around - mask still turned to blindfold him and the web sticking keeping him from being able to move around too much.]

I think some accommodations could be made and I'd stay... [He chirps at Peter, soft and affectionate, when Peter pulls his touch away. Leo feels the loss of it all too keenly and wanting it back.]

[The pantomime of looking around makes Peter laugh a little, ruining the illusion a little, but he can't help it.]

What kind of accommodations are you thinking about?

[Leo can likely feel the ripple of the web under them moving. It's subtle, but Peter has moved. His hands haven't found their way back to Leo's body yet.

He nudges Leo's legs apart lightly with his knee.]

Oh, I dunno.

[He feels Peter moving through the web's vibrations, tracking the movement. But oh. Oh, his legs? He follows the nudge as best he can, letting Peter spread them.]

Maybe some silk-satin sheets, some new pillows. Those really fluffy Vegas hotel towels? You know the ones?

[Peter laughs again, shaking a little with mirth. The vibration travels through the web slightly. He's moved away just enough to not lean into Leo.

Peter ghosts his fingers along Leo's leg. Warm fingertips settling at the turtle's knee. He lazily draws circles against the knee with his fingertips. His hand draws back upwards, ghosting against Leo's lower plates.]

I'll see what I can do about that. Didn't think you'd want silk-satin sheets.

[He leans in to press a kiss against Leo's chin.]

I usually have cotton sheets on my bed. [An easy teasing implication.] Think you'd want to test those out with me?

Hey, I'm a villain. I only want the finest on my bed.

[A beat.]

And in my bed. [He practically purrs leaning up after Peter's affection.] But I think we could test that out.

[Peter chuckles a little at that. The exhalation with the amused sound likely warm against Leo's skin.] Smooth talker as always. I think I could take you up on that. Just have to make sure you're a little less inclined to flood a city, rob banks, blow up a bank, you know, the usual.

[The whole scenario they've made up is ridiculous, but Peter is having fun. Leo is handsome and Peter wants to kiss him.

He makes sure Leo's legs are still spread properly. He debates with himself very briefly on if he wants to draw further back or not.

Peter moves to just settle his weight over Leo, straddling him a lot more aggressively now. The web holds up well under both of their weights and Peter's movements.]

Oh, of course.

[When Peter settles on top of him again, Leo feeling his husband's knees around him, Leo leans up as much as he can. Snaps gently at the air between them with a grin.]

But you know, that smooth talking is what got me where I am now.

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