[Peter is whining into the kiss, rocking aggressively into Leo now. He breaks the kiss after a moment to bite at his husband's shoulder. He should keep it slow, just to draw it out more, but he wants to feel Leo come undone. He already knows it won't take much.
He reaches a hand up to pull at the web holding Leo's hands in place. He draws one of them down to lay at his hip.]
[The shout makes Peter shiver openly. He breathes heavily against Leo's shoulder. Knowing he's drawing that reaction from his husband, nearly tipping Leonardo over the edge- it's driving the brunette a little crazy.
He has to relish in the feeling of his husband's hand squeezing at his hip. Without looking, Peter is able to find Leo's other hand, bringing it down. He continues moving into Leo, keeping the same pace even as he shifts back just a little, so he can press his husband's other hand against his cheek for a moment, before he brings the hand properly to his mouth, lightly biting at the digits before popping one in his mouth.]
Oh shit- [His entire body shivers head to toe at the motions, the feeling of Peter shoving himself onto Leo fully, warmth wrapped around him so tightly and still sensitive from before. But then his other hand is being moved and oh. oh. The feeling of teeth against his fingers before Peter's mouth, wet and soft, wrapped around one finger just about gets him.
[Peter pants around Leo's finger, just sucking on it whilst keeping himself moving. Peter is very aware he's going to tip over the proverbial edge, too.
He eventually has to take the finger out of his mouth.
He somehow manages to make his voice sound commanding, even if he's a little breathless at this point.]
[Leo is aching to move, to rut his hips up into him. Feeling that friction against his knot while Peter moves. He's breathless, whining in his throat.]
Almost. [He breathes back, trying to thread the needle on this giving orders thing. He's able to give orders in an official capacity, but this is wildly different.
He presses Leo's hand against his cheek again.]
You're doing so good, you feel so good like this- [He groans as he continues rocking into Leo, moving himself across his husband's length with a practiced ease. The turtle can feel the shift of Peter's muscles under skin where the brunette has left his husband's hand.]
[He can feel it, gripping tight to his husband's hip. Feeling Peter's breath hot against his face, holding his cheek as best he can while they move together. His legs tense, tightening muscles as he's teetering on the edge.]
Peter, please- [A plea it happens, veins fire as heat shoots out of him. Leo bites down on his lip to muffle the moaning cry, the barest hint of his claws digging into Peter's side.]
You're gorgeous, and you're mine. [Later he'll feel a little embarrassed about being possessive like this, but at the moment he's focused on the sound of their bodies meeting, the feeling of the web swaying slightly with their movements, the way he can feel Leo taut under him.]
[Peter presses his face against Leo's hand, just breathing hard as he moves. Logically, he knows he should get off of Leo when he's cumming, but, emotionally, he's just fixated on watching Leo.
He rocks a little harder, riding out his husband's orgasm, before shivering as his own orgasm rolls over him.
[It's so, so much. It's overwhelming and almost a little overstimulating feeling Peter still moving over him after he's emptied out, hot and sweaty and breathless still in his web. He digs his fingers into Peter's hip, just edging to squeezing Peter's ass cheek as he feels Peter finish around him.
It doesn't stop the groan escaping him though. It feels so good-] Peter you feel so good, holy shit.
[Peter laughs a little breathlessly at the traveling hand. Its breaking the command from earlier, but Peter doesn't mind.
He releases Leo's hand still against his cheek to bring it down to the other hip. His rocking has slowed down to something lazy, almost languid.
The brunette raises his hands to touch Leo's face, pulling his mask up a little bit, so the turtle can see him.
He can't help but smile at Leo, his expression blissed out from an orgasm and genuinely just delighted to look at Leo. His dark curls are damp from sweat, sticking to his neck, his cheeks, his forehead.]
Does it look good too-? [A gentle tease on his part.]
[Leo settles both hands at Peter's hips now, squeezing gently as Peter still moves. Riding everything out as his breath tries to catch up with the pulse between his ears.
And then there's light - his mask being pulled up so he can see Peter's face. Leo stares, dumbstruck and in love.]
[Peter slows a little further, just nudging Leo's mask a little further up, so he can see his husband's face. The expression on Leo's face makes the lingering flush on Peter's cheeks deepen slightly.
He leans in to kiss Leo, just basking in the afterglow. He finally slows to a stop but doesn't slide off of Leo just yet.]
[He whispers his husband's name when he finally gets a good look at Peter - the flush of cheeks, the red hitting the tips of his ears. The warmth squeezed in his hands' grasp under his fingertips.
Leo squeezes his hips even tighter when their lips make contact, easy and eager.]
[Peter groans into the kiss at the tighter squeeze. The first thought in his head is how much he just wants to feel Leo's hands on all over him before it drops away. He licks at Leo's lips, trying to deepen the kiss.
He just lets himself lay against Leo, wanting the more direct contact.]
[Feeling Peter pressing flush against him, Leo moves his arms to wrap around him, tugging him close. He bites at Peter's lip, tilting his head up into Peter's orbit a bit.]
[The bite sends a pleased little thrill through the brunette. He presses another kiss against Leo's lips in kind. Only drawing back to just look at him again.
Peter hums lowly back, just smiling at his husband. The expression gentle, warm, more than a little love struck.]
You're perfect too, you have to know that, right-?
[It's not a deflection of the compliment, just a quiet flushed acceptance. A rarity given Peter's tendency to even now side step compliments.
He doesn't want to move, he just wants to lay in the web with Leo, just bask in this moment forever.] You're my everything.
[Peter presses a soft kiss against Leo's chin, then his snout. He offers his husband very gentle affection.] Just knowing that we have more to look forward to, that we'll win this war keeps me going. I know we'll get that.
[Peter is happy to be caught up for another soft kiss, just bringing their foreheads together when it breaks apart.] For now, we're going to just enjoy this.
[He runs a lazy hand across Leo's side.] And sleeping in tomorrow, that is a big positive too.
[He all but groans at the thought of that, the feeling of his hand down his side.]
Oooooh my gosh yes. How long has it been since we got to have that? [He's so pleased. This night more than makes up for the mishap earlier before their meeting and all the extra work.] Absolutely big brained of me.
[He snorts at the joke, unable to stop his amused reaction. His tone is affectionate, and relaxed even as he jokes back.] So big brained, probably too many thoughts happening in there right now.
[He moves to press another kiss against Leo's face before sitting back slightly.]
Okay, I'm going to get off of you, and work on getting us down in a second.
[Peter finally shifts to slide off of Leo, groaning a little bit. He shivers a little bit at how overly sensitive he's feeling right now.]
[He laughs a little at the compliment, smiling at Leo.]
Personally, I would love to stay in the web just to cuddle you, but, the longer we stay, the more stuck you're going to get. [He sits back, taking a little breath to ease himself.
He balances himself on the webbing on his knees, before it settles into a crouch. Peter's movements light enough that he's not getting stuck to the surface.
He moves to break some of the webbing around Leo's legs. He finds the strand holding the turtle in place most firmly, tugging at it hard enough it breaks. The web itself remains sturdy, even with the loss. It doesn't take long for Leo to regain the ability to move again.]
Technically, you could jump down now, or I could carry you down.
[He knows his husband likes a good carry when they can get away with it.]
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He reaches a hand up to pull at the web holding Leo's hands in place. He draws one of them down to lay at his hip.]
Keep it here.
[That is definitely an order.]
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He has Leo's rapt attention. Once his hand is on Peter's hip, he squeezes it tight. Breathless, quiet:] Yes, sir.
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He has to relish in the feeling of his husband's hand squeezing at his hip. Without looking, Peter is able to find Leo's other hand, bringing it down. He continues moving into Leo, keeping the same pace even as he shifts back just a little, so he can press his husband's other hand against his cheek for a moment, before he brings the hand properly to his mouth, lightly biting at the digits before popping one in his mouth.]
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He's already starting to boil over.] Peter-
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He eventually has to take the finger out of his mouth.
He somehow manages to make his voice sound commanding, even if he's a little breathless at this point.]
Cum, Leo. I want you to cum.
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[Leo is aching to move, to rut his hips up into him. Feeling that friction against his knot while Peter moves. He's breathless, whining in his throat.]
Almost got it.
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He presses Leo's hand against his cheek again.]
You're doing so good, you feel so good like this- [He groans as he continues rocking into Leo, moving himself across his husband's length with a practiced ease. The turtle can feel the shift of Peter's muscles under skin where the brunette has left his husband's hand.]
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Peter, please- [A plea it happens, veins fire as heat shoots out of him. Leo bites down on his lip to muffle the moaning cry, the barest hint of his claws digging into Peter's side.]
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[Peter presses his face against Leo's hand, just breathing hard as he moves. Logically, he knows he should get off of Leo when he's cumming, but, emotionally, he's just fixated on watching Leo.
He rocks a little harder, riding out his husband's orgasm, before shivering as his own orgasm rolls over him.
He cries out, the sound choked and overwhelmed.]
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It doesn't stop the groan escaping him though. It feels so good-] Peter you feel so good, holy shit.
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He releases Leo's hand still against his cheek to bring it down to the other hip. His rocking has slowed down to something lazy, almost languid.
The brunette raises his hands to touch Leo's face, pulling his mask up a little bit, so the turtle can see him.
He can't help but smile at Leo, his expression blissed out from an orgasm and genuinely just delighted to look at Leo. His dark curls are damp from sweat, sticking to his neck, his cheeks, his forehead.]
Does it look good too-? [A gentle tease on his part.]
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And then there's light - his mask being pulled up so he can see Peter's face. Leo stares, dumbstruck and in love.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's -Amazing.
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He leans in to kiss Leo, just basking in the afterglow. He finally slows to a stop but doesn't slide off of Leo just yet.]
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Leo squeezes his hips even tighter when their lips make contact, easy and eager.]
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He just lets himself lay against Leo, wanting the more direct contact.]
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You're perfect- You're so perfect.
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Peter hums lowly back, just smiling at his husband. The expression gentle, warm, more than a little love struck.]
You're perfect too, you have to know that, right-?
[It's not a deflection of the compliment, just a quiet flushed acceptance. A rarity given Peter's tendency to even now side step compliments.
He doesn't want to move, he just wants to lay in the web with Leo, just bask in this moment forever.] You're my everything.
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You're mine too, Peter. You're my hope.
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[He churrs softly, trying to chase after him for another soft kiss.]
And we'll get that. If nothing else, because you believe it.
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[He runs a lazy hand across Leo's side.] And sleeping in tomorrow, that is a big positive too.
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Oooooh my gosh yes. How long has it been since we got to have that? [He's so pleased. This night more than makes up for the mishap earlier before their meeting and all the extra work.] Absolutely big brained of me.
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[He moves to press another kiss against Leo's face before sitting back slightly.]
Okay, I'm going to get off of you, and work on getting us down in a second.
[Peter finally shifts to slide off of Leo, groaning a little bit. He shivers a little bit at how overly sensitive he's feeling right now.]
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[Leo can't help watching Peter move, the practiced ease Peter carries himself with is mesmerizing.]
Take your time though. The view's great.
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Personally, I would love to stay in the web just to cuddle you, but, the longer we stay, the more stuck you're going to get. [He sits back, taking a little breath to ease himself.
He balances himself on the webbing on his knees, before it settles into a crouch. Peter's movements light enough that he's not getting stuck to the surface.
He moves to break some of the webbing around Leo's legs. He finds the strand holding the turtle in place most firmly, tugging at it hard enough it breaks. The web itself remains sturdy, even with the loss. It doesn't take long for Leo to regain the ability to move again.]
Technically, you could jump down now, or I could carry you down.
[He knows his husband likes a good carry when they can get away with it.]
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