[The question gets Leo's attention squarely back in the moment, looking at Peter. He watches Peter lean back, biting on his lip and that does other things to him.
Okay. [Peter is taking Leo's word there. He's very into this, but also feeling... slightly bashful, too. He's never been naked in front of a romantic partner before.
He raises a hand to finish unbuttoning the shirt, letting it fall open. Peter isn't at the level of high activity he was before, but Peter is still definitely muscular.
He slides the shirt off onto the bed, forgoing worrying about the button up to just focus on his binder. He hooks his thumbs under the edge, and pulls it up and off. It is a fluid practiced gesture. He releases a hefty exhale, happy to be out of his binder. There are some faint marks on his skin from where the binder had dug into places.]
Well. He isn't sure if he's allowed to watch? Should he? Or should he look away and let Peter have this moment of privacy of taking it off? He doesn't know, doesn't have the experience or cultural osmosis to really know for sure.
He does watch though. At least a moment before moving to follow along, pulling his tanktop off and setting it aside with Peter's button-down. And... Then what is there to do but come sit on the bed next to him.
He's never seen Peter this undressed and casual before ("casual" like they aren't both walking nervous wrecks going into this for the first time) and he doesn't wanna make a huge deal. But it is kind of a huge deal.]
Yeah. I-i do. All of you. [He shifts with the touch, leaning closer, scooting a little closer to knock knees until he can drape one leg over Peter's lap.]
[He does feel better hearing the confirmation. Peter leaning in for a kiss only pushes that along, and he happily accepts it. Leo leans into the kiss as bets he can with the snout. They'd made out plenty before, gotten a little handsy but always experimenting. Meandering. Never with intent like this; Leo pushes into the kiss a little more trying to lick at Peter's lips getting an arm around his middle to tug him closer.]
[Peter readily opens his mouth at the licking, an unspoken invitation to deepen the kiss. He squirms a little closer to press into the turtle as much as he can. His bare chest likely pressing against Leo's plastron.
For all the newness of the situation, there is familiarity in making out. He continues moving his hand along Leo's side.]
[It doesn't escape Leo how soft Peter feels against him. Muscles and all aside, no shell or plastron to press against Leo's, but he can still feel the pressure and weight pressing against him.
It's nice. Really.
He licks at the inside of Peter's mouth, the underside of his tongue, everything he can reach. All the while, his hand trails up Peter's side before carefully, gently cupping one of his breasts. Like a test. Like this? the unspoken question.]
[Peter's breathing is picking up just a little at the exploratory kiss. He drags his fingernails teasingly against the part of Leo's plastron that connects to his shell.
He's intent on returning the attention Leo is paying him in the kiss when the turtle gently cups his breast in his palm. Peter groans into the kiss. A bit more loudly than he expects to.]
[He almost freezes at the sound. That's a good thing, right? Definitely a good thing, so he gives a gentle squeeze before a second, third. He starts figuring out a rhythm to massage it gently, carefully leaning Peter back to lay him onto the bed.]
[Once Peter's laying on his back, staring up at Leo, Leo has to take a moment to simply admire him. The look, the position, the warmth coming off Peter. All of it.
But the words are good to hear too. Leo smiles, giving his breast another squeeze.]
Please, I'd- really like that. [He shifts a little to lay more comfortably, just taking in Leo for the moment. He looks so good right now.
He makes a low pleased sound at the squeeze, biting at his bottom lip again. He reaches out to gently coax a hand across Leo's side, his hip, direct touch blocked by the fabric of the shorts the turtle is wearing.
Though that does remind Peter of his own overly clothed state.]
Lemme just-
[He lets one of his hand drop down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, trying to squirm out of them.]
[And he does. Leo is nothing if not eager to please, and if Peter likes it he'll keep it up. Until he shivers at Peter's touch, and then Peter starts squirming.
Okay, yep. They are... In fact doing this, this new. As Peter starts working on those pants, Leo leans in to kiss at his neck, gently nipping at the dip of his collarbone.]
I want you. [He breathes out a pleased sound at the attention, eyes going half lidded.
He manages to get the pants down off of his hips, revealing the fact he has been commando under his jeans this entire time. He gets the pants mostly pushed down to his knees without moving out of under Leo.
His hands move back to touching Leo where he left off. Just trying to draw out another shiver from the turtle. His other hand moves to tease across Leo's shell where he can reach to see what reaction that will get.]
[Leo manages that much before letting go of Peter's chest to help get those pants off the rest of the way. Simple enough to toss Peter's jeans aside and settles on his knees, firmly straddling his hips. It doesn't take much for him to look down and realize Peter was definitely preparing for this outcome.
But he presses his face into Peter's neck with another shiver at the attention.]
I called you a schemer earlier and I didn't realize how right I was.
[Peter grins a little. His heart rate goes up a little more at Leo straddling his hips. He can't stop himself from moaning a little.]
Well, I was hoping we could have sex. I just wanted to make it easier? [He seems pleased with himself. He continues teasing what he can touch of Leo, getting the lay of the land.]
[A hum sounds out from his throat, dangerously close to a trill as Peter's hands keep exploring. Hard carapace and plastron shifting to softer plates by his waist and hips.]
Oh, I don't think you have to hope anymore. [Unless Leo somehow scares Peter off. Which is still a real possibility. They never actually got him to drop the last time they tried anything, so Peter hasn't seen him fully. Not really.
He takes a breath, moving his hand to squeeze Peter's other breast, circling his thumb over the nipple as he massages it.]
[Peter lets his hands settle at Leo's hips, giving them a squeeze. He lets a hand drift further down, testing out the softer plates under his fingers. He at least kind of knew this part a bit more, given their awkward attempt at a hand job after the wedding reception. He's paying the soft plates gentle teasing attention.
Leo's attention makes his breath shake slightly.] Y-yeah, I will. I think, I think we're gonna be good.
[He is absolutely unaware of how big his boyfriend is.]
[So unaware. But at Peter's touches, Leo whines with a shiver.]
Okay, those gotta go. [He sits on Peter's thighs for just a second to get his breath and then start jerking his shorts off. Not that it looks any different from when Leo is usually running around ADI, but... It still feels different, being in this position like this.
He takes a moment to look and really admire Peter like this. Fully open and bare under him.]
I know you said you bought some stuff and you had ideas you wanted to do so - Where do you want me?
[Peter chuckles a little at Leo shucking off his shorts. He's just letting his gaze drift across Leo for the moment.
Plans, right, he had plans. Those dropped out of is head as soon as Leo pushed him back into bed.]
Oh- yeah, right. [He pushes himself up onto his elbows for balance.] I bought, uh- lube and condoms. I have no idea how big you are, so I kind of bought too many-?
Lay back, kind propped up on the pillows? I'll sit in your lap and move on you?
[He leans in now that Peter's sitting up a little to kiss him quickly. It takes all his self restraint not to make that kiss lewd for the moment before he backs up, moving to do just that. Getting the pillows propped up behind him and leaning back a bit.
[Peter is moves to sit up completely. He moves to the nightstand next to his bed to pop it open and pull out what he bought. He got a smaller bottle of lube and three boxes of condoms in a range of sizes.
He blinks at the question.]
I dunno-? I've never seen a real dick before, at least not stuff that wasn't porn. [He's honest about that much. He holds out the array of boxes uncertainly.] Do any of these seem right?
[He takes the boxes trying to gauge the size from descriptions but-]
Gonna be real with you, I have no idea. From what I can tell, you humans let your junk all hang out. Haven't seen any myself, but the fact it doesn't cause problems, I'm uh. Probably bigger.
[That's... okay to say right? He's a little self conscious now that they're really discussing this and not just... going for it.]
We're gonna have to work me out anyway, so- So you'll see what I mean.
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[The question gets Leo's attention squarely back in the moment, looking at Peter. He watches Peter lean back, biting on his lip and that does other things to him.
Talking first. Gotta.]
Always up for something new.
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He raises a hand to finish unbuttoning the shirt, letting it fall open. Peter isn't at the level of high activity he was before, but Peter is still definitely muscular.
He slides the shirt off onto the bed, forgoing worrying about the button up to just focus on his binder. He hooks his thumbs under the edge, and pulls it up and off. It is a fluid practiced gesture. He releases a hefty exhale, happy to be out of his binder. There are some faint marks on his skin from where the binder had dug into places.]
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Well. He isn't sure if he's allowed to watch? Should he? Or should he look away and let Peter have this moment of privacy of taking it off? He doesn't know, doesn't have the experience or cultural osmosis to really know for sure.
He does watch though. At least a moment before moving to follow along, pulling his tanktop off and setting it aside with Peter's button-down. And... Then what is there to do but come sit on the bed next to him.
He's never seen Peter this undressed and casual before ("casual" like they aren't both walking nervous wrecks going into this for the first time) and he doesn't wanna make a huge deal. But it is kind of a huge deal.]
...Still gucci?
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He coaxes a hand gently against Leo's side. Some familiarity in the touch there, given how much the two hold each other.]
Do you want to touch- me? [The two definitely have gotten handsy before, but this is a different level now.]
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Yeah. I-i do. All of you. [He shifts with the touch, leaning closer, scooting a little closer to knock knees until he can drape one leg over Peter's lap.]
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He's tracing his fingers along Leo's exposed plastron plates, happy for the lack of a barrier between them.
Peter leans in to brush their lips together, trying to draw him in for a kiss.]
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For all the newness of the situation, there is familiarity in making out. He continues moving his hand along Leo's side.]
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It's nice. Really.
He licks at the inside of Peter's mouth, the underside of his tongue, everything he can reach. All the while, his hand trails up Peter's side before carefully, gently cupping one of his breasts. Like a test. Like this? the unspoken question.]
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He's intent on returning the attention Leo is paying him in the kiss when the turtle gently cups his breast in his palm. Peter groans into the kiss. A bit more loudly than he expects to.]
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It feels good, really good. [He has to verbalize that, so Leo knows what he likes.] I like feeling your hands on me.
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But the words are good to hear too. Leo smiles, giving his breast another squeeze.]
Yeah? Because I'll keep it up.
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He makes a low pleased sound at the squeeze, biting at his bottom lip again. He reaches out to gently coax a hand across Leo's side, his hip, direct touch blocked by the fabric of the shorts the turtle is wearing.
Though that does remind Peter of his own overly clothed state.]
Lemme just-
[He lets one of his hand drop down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, trying to squirm out of them.]
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[And he does. Leo is nothing if not eager to please, and if Peter likes it he'll keep it up. Until he shivers at Peter's touch, and then Peter starts squirming.
Okay, yep. They are... In fact doing this, this new. As Peter starts working on those pants, Leo leans in to kiss at his neck, gently nipping at the dip of his collarbone.]
Whatever you want.
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He manages to get the pants down off of his hips, revealing the fact he has been commando under his jeans this entire time. He gets the pants mostly pushed down to his knees without moving out of under Leo.
His hands move back to touching Leo where he left off. Just trying to draw out another shiver from the turtle. His other hand moves to tease across Leo's shell where he can reach to see what reaction that will get.]
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[Leo manages that much before letting go of Peter's chest to help get those pants off the rest of the way. Simple enough to toss Peter's jeans aside and settles on his knees, firmly straddling his hips. It doesn't take much for him to look down and realize Peter was definitely preparing for this outcome.
But he presses his face into Peter's neck with another shiver at the attention.]
I called you a schemer earlier and I didn't realize how right I was.
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Well, I was hoping we could have sex. I just wanted to make it easier? [He seems pleased with himself. He continues teasing what he can touch of Leo, getting the lay of the land.]
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Oh, I don't think you have to hope anymore. [Unless Leo somehow scares Peter off. Which is still a real possibility. They never actually got him to drop the last time they tried anything, so Peter hasn't seen him fully. Not really.
He takes a breath, moving his hand to squeeze Peter's other breast, circling his thumb over the nipple as he massages it.]
Just tell me if I'm too much.
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Leo's attention makes his breath shake slightly.] Y-yeah, I will. I think, I think we're gonna be good.
[He is absolutely unaware of how big his boyfriend is.]
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Okay, those gotta go. [He sits on Peter's thighs for just a second to get his breath and then start jerking his shorts off. Not that it looks any different from when Leo is usually running around ADI, but... It still feels different, being in this position like this.
He takes a moment to look and really admire Peter like this. Fully open and bare under him.]
I know you said you bought some stuff and you had ideas you wanted to do so - Where do you want me?
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Plans, right, he had plans. Those dropped out of is head as soon as Leo pushed him back into bed.]
Oh- yeah, right. [He pushes himself up onto his elbows for balance.] I bought, uh- lube and condoms. I have no idea how big you are, so I kind of bought too many-?
Lay back, kind propped up on the pillows? I'll sit in your lap and move on you?
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[He leans in now that Peter's sitting up a little to kiss him quickly. It takes all his self restraint not to make that kiss lewd for the moment before he backs up, moving to do just that. Getting the pillows propped up behind him and leaning back a bit.
But he's nervous. A little fidgety.]
Like... how big is considered 'big'?
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He blinks at the question.]
I dunno-? I've never seen a real dick before, at least not stuff that wasn't porn. [He's honest about that much. He holds out the array of boxes uncertainly.] Do any of these seem right?
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Gonna be real with you, I have no idea. From what I can tell, you humans let your junk all hang out. Haven't seen any myself, but the fact it doesn't cause problems, I'm uh. Probably bigger.
[That's... okay to say right? He's a little self conscious now that they're really discussing this and not just... going for it.]
We're gonna have to work me out anyway, so- So you'll see what I mean.
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