neonleon | mcu/rise mashup

[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.

Was it your plan all along to end up in my web? [He's trying to not laugh too much at all of this. He's having a good time, even if he's sure he sounds absolutely dorky.

He wants to indulge in that bite, but manages to restrain himself. Peter just traces his fingertips along Leo's jawline, lightly sticking there. ]

And if it was?

[The touch has him freezing. A thrill up his spine feeling Peter sticking against his jaw is more unusual than the rest of this, even moreso not able to see it. Peter's laugh echoes in his ears as he tries to visualize it himself.]

What would you do then?

[Peter hums lowly back, letting the vibration carry between them. He lets his fingers stay stuck to Leo's jaw just a little longer.

He's found a comfortable balance where he is. His knees on either side of Leo's waist. His weight easily settled over the pinned turtle.]

I could take it as a good sign, you wanted to be rehabilitated. [He lets the sentiment sit between them.] Or, I'm going to have to fuck you a lot harder until you figure things out.

[His touch is still very careful, fingertips settled against Leo's throat, just sticking to the skin with no real pressure behind it.] I feel like we're both winning with either option, honestly.

[Leo's pulse is racing, hard and fast. Breath shallow and quick, but excited and not frantic. It's new territory they're treading and trying out. It isn't the worst thing they've tried.

One thing Leo is deciding right now: blindfolded or not, Peter is hot as hell right now.]

Oh, I definitely agree. We are both winning.

[The feeling of his husband's pulse hammering against his fingertips just adds to the heavy breathing. Peter bites the inside of his cheek. Peter shifts how he's sitting, trying to ignore the little pulse of arousal that sends through him.

He unsticks his fingers slowly, just ghosting them normally down Leo's neck, settling back to rest against his plastron.

He rocks into Leo lightly, testing the waters of grinding against the turtle.]

Even if you misbehave, I think I can pull you back in line. Do you plan on being good or bad?

[He dips in to press a brief kiss against Leo's shoulder.]

[It's difficult to rut his hips back up like this. It doesn't mean Leo doesn't try, barely getting any motion going. He bites on his bottom lip to stifle the noise that bubbles out of him at the attention.]

Which answer gets me the most attention?

[Peter has to stifle a sound at the sight of his husband rutting like that. Just trying to keep the whole persona going. He dips in close to whisper against Leo's 'ear'.]

You tell me.

[He noses against Leo's shoulder slightly before he lets himself drop down a little lower. He keeps one hand balanced against Leo's plastron. The palm flat, stuck to the surface.

Peter more purposefully settles himself properly between his husband's legs, rolling their hips together. He rolls himself against Leo's lower softer plates to get a reaction.]

Oh- [Fuck. He whines, trilling between breaths at the friction. It takes real effort to roll back up against him; he was still dropped from the first round, and it isn't taking much work to get him hard again.

It's different. It's different when he can't see Peter and not able to guess what he's about to do based on his physical tells. The sensitivity is blocking out the initial concerns, those twinges of instinctive guard he kept up.]

Bad. Definitely bad gets more attention.

You don't even know what being good will get you yet. [Peter is breathing a little fast. He's definitely getting wet already from Leo's reactions and the friction between them.

He presses their hips flush together, trapping Leo's member between them. He makes a point to settle at just the angle that the tip of Leo's member can likely feel Peter's damp folds. Given his current inability to move, it isn't likely he can't thrust into the brunette.]

We have a lot of things to explore, don't you think?

[The motion gets a loud whine from Leonardo, closing his eyes tight behind his bandana. Not that it changes what he can see or anything, but he's trying to keep his breathing even like this. He feels it - feels Peter's wet slick and his warmth just at the edge.

Leo tries to rut his hips up into Peter, getting just half an inch of friction with a groan.]

I-i think we do. Yeah.

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