[Peter gasps a little at the feeling of Leo's mouth against his chest. He squirms in Leo's hold, already falling apart.
He brought this on himself, but he wants this. He wants them. He wants to be close and feel good with his husband. His hand drifts back up to run along Leo's shell. The right ministrations and he'll squirm where he's standing.]
It's been 84 years. [The meme is old, dead as the rest of the internet, but Peter says it to make Leo laugh. A sound he's always chasing after.] We have a lot of time to make up for.
Okay, that gets a laugh out of him, burying his face into Peter's chest, squeezing his waist close. God, that meme is old. Just this much and he feels his muscles loosening up, his brow relaxing.]
Yeah, we do. Head's up- [And he'll get his hands under Peter's butt, lifting him up so he can start laying him down. Better now than them tripping over each other in a few minutes.]
[Hearing a full big laugh just makes Peter smile. His excitement only briefly softened by the relief of knowing he can help.
A small surprised sound escapes Peter as he's picked up. He's relaxed though in Leo's hold, relaxing further in the flowers when he's settled down.]
Saying 'you' is probably too general. [He manages to toe off one boot, then the other a bit awkwardly.] Help me get these pants off? Before I soak through them.
[Can't have that, there's no telling when they can get anything washed next. He'll take his time getting there though, kissing down Peter's stomach before his thumbs hook into the waist band and start inching them down, pressing lips to every new inch of skin he's presented with.]
You know how gorgeous you are like this? [Well if Peter wanted to take their time, he's getting it. Leo starting the body worship is always a sign of him taking his precious time.] Could look at you like this all night.
[Being this bare outside already feels surreal. Not that he has time to really ponder it. Not when Leo is all over him. His mouth moving across new exposed skin. His breath catches a little at the feeling of Leo's hot breath against his skin. The mixture of hot and cold sensations making him shiver a little.
He arches his hip without really thinking about it, the motion is needy. He wants Leo desperately. He reaches out trying to just hold onto his husband.]
If you do that, we won't get very far, now will we? [He tries for a tease, but it comes out wanting.]
[He hears it in his husband's voice, knows he could probably go to it right now and they'd be just as happy. But maybe he wants to savor. Maybe he wants to hear every noise his husband can make for the first time in ages now that they've got this sliver of opportunity.
Pants almost past his hips, Leo focuses on his stomach before just -
Blowing a raspberry against him. Glances up at Peter to see the expression.]
[The things he would do for that laughter all the time. It's like when they were younger, before the world was plunged into war, and they're back on that rooftop dancing for the first time. Just for the moment.]
It's a danger you risk when you say you want me.
[If he had eyebrows, he'd be waggling them at his husband before he buckles down double time, getting those pants off and kissing his hip. His own excitement is getting a little hard to ignore against his shell but he'll deal with it in a minute, he just wants to focus on Peter for a few minutes. Give him all the attention he can, working his way down.]
Yet, here I am still wanting you carnally. [He says just a bit dryly. He can't help but smile back at Leo.
The shift back to what they were doing makes Peter whine loudly. He rolls his hips into the kissing. He reaches out to just touch Leo as much as he can, it isn't much, but he wants to return the favor. It is always the push and pull of when they do this. Both desperate to make the other feel good.
When the pants are pulled down, true to his word, Peter is definitely wet. He squirms a little at being exposed.]
[He breathes in deep for a second once Peter's free there. That's a scent he never really gets enough of and he could drown himself in it right now. He still feels Peter's fingertips along the back of his head as Leo just... considers.]
Not much of one. We have as much time as we want. [Yes, he would love to be fucked, but he knows he can build back up easily enough. Both of them have a lot of stamina.] Why-? What are you thinking?
[Peter has at least a retort somewhere, but it's gone as soon as Leo's mouth makes contact. It has been a long time since Leo has eaten him out like this.
The brunette squeaks audibly in surprise before it morphs into a moan. One of his hands automatically snaps up to cover his mouth out of habit. He spreads his legs wider in unspoken encouragement.]
[he makes a pleased hum at the squeak-turned-moan. But as soon as he hears Peter stifling himself, he breaks away to look up at him. Honestly, a little sad in his eyes. How bad has it gotten over the years that peter automatically does that?
He trails a finger along his husband's thigh up to his hip.]
Hey... You wanted to see how loud we can be. [He means it to be encouraging, gives another little kiss waiting for Peter to remove his hand.]
[Peter squeezes his hand back, smiling at Leo. He squeaks again when Leo makes contact with his folds again. He manages to not cover his mouth, just moaning openly.
He's definitely digging his hand into the flowers under himself, half burying himself in the mixture of dandelions and wildflowers around them.]
[Perfect. It's perfect, hearing him and smelling and tasting him. Almost like before, before Leo ruined everything that one stupid night. He's putting his everything into feeling Peter like this, humming into him.
He only pulls away when he needs to get his breath, kisses the inside of his thigh.]
[Peter is shaking slightly from the attention, panting and moaning loudly. His husband's name contorts and twists with his moans, and pleas for more all slip free from the brunette.
He covers his eyes with a hand, but not his mouth. He gustily laughs, a relieved bright sound. He draws his hand back to try and push his messy curls out of his face.]
You're my everything. I love you. [His words are eager, and bright. The words dripping with affection.]
[He starts carefully kissing his way back up Peter's front, letting go of his hand to just. Start working himself out and free. He's still taking his time, still wanting to give Peter everything and focus on him, he can handle his own situation after. But it is just... Nice to be loose here.
He only stops when he's level with Peter, looking down at him with all the love he has, want and affection in his eyes. Leans down to kiss him deeply.]
[Whispers against his cheek when the kiss breaks.] Dddddoes this mean this is our spot, officially now? I dunno if I wanna give this up.
[Leo smiles down at him, all adoration and love for him. He could go back down and finish Peter off eating him out, or he could go any number of directions. He just knows he wants to hear Peter.]
At this point, I feel like it probably is our spot. Dunno how many people will want to come to the flower field we're defiling. [He murmurs teasingly back at Leo. A gentle hand moved down across the edge of Leo's shell.]
How do you feel about going at this twice? [Normally they have time for exactly one round of sex before having to get dressed again. Peter is just trying to enjoy this and encourage his spouse to relax with him.]
[Normally that one round isn't even very long, which is a shame. But he looks down at Peter, a little curious and a lot enamored. He could say something sweet here. Could absolutely keep the mood.
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He brought this on himself, but he wants this. He wants them. He wants to be close and feel good with his husband. His hand drifts back up to run along Leo's shell. The right ministrations and he'll squirm where he's standing.]
It's been 84 years. [The meme is old, dead as the rest of the internet, but Peter says it to make Leo laugh. A sound he's always chasing after.] We have a lot of time to make up for.
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Okay, that gets a laugh out of him, burying his face into Peter's chest, squeezing his waist close. God, that meme is old. Just this much and he feels his muscles loosening up, his brow relaxing.]
Yeah, we do. Head's up- [And he'll get his hands under Peter's butt, lifting him up so he can start laying him down. Better now than them tripping over each other in a few minutes.]
You just tell me what you want.
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A small surprised sound escapes Peter as he's picked up. He's relaxed though in Leo's hold, relaxing further in the flowers when he's settled down.]
Saying 'you' is probably too general. [He manages to toe off one boot, then the other a bit awkwardly.] Help me get these pants off? Before I soak through them.
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[Can't have that, there's no telling when they can get anything washed next. He'll take his time getting there though, kissing down Peter's stomach before his thumbs hook into the waist band and start inching them down, pressing lips to every new inch of skin he's presented with.]
You know how gorgeous you are like this? [Well if Peter wanted to take their time, he's getting it. Leo starting the body worship is always a sign of him taking his precious time.] Could look at you like this all night.
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He arches his hip without really thinking about it, the motion is needy. He wants Leo desperately. He reaches out trying to just hold onto his husband.]
If you do that, we won't get very far, now will we? [He tries for a tease, but it comes out wanting.]
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[He hears it in his husband's voice, knows he could probably go to it right now and they'd be just as happy. But maybe he wants to savor. Maybe he wants to hear every noise his husband can make for the first time in ages now that they've got this sliver of opportunity.
Pants almost past his hips, Leo focuses on his stomach before just -
Blowing a raspberry against him. Glances up at Peter to see the expression.]
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Oh my god! Leo!
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It's a danger you risk when you say you want me.
[If he had eyebrows, he'd be waggling them at his husband before he buckles down double time, getting those pants off and kissing his hip. His own excitement is getting a little hard to ignore against his shell but he'll deal with it in a minute, he just wants to focus on Peter for a few minutes. Give him all the attention he can, working his way down.]
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The shift back to what they were doing makes Peter whine loudly. He rolls his hips into the kissing. He reaches out to just touch Leo as much as he can, it isn't much, but he wants to return the favor. It is always the push and pull of when they do this. Both desperate to make the other feel good.
When the pants are pulled down, true to his word, Peter is definitely wet. He squirms a little at being exposed.]
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How much of a hurry are you in?
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[With that confirmation, he doesn't hesitate to duck his head down and kiss him, running his tongue along the wet. He will just go to town on that.]
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The brunette squeaks audibly in surprise before it morphs into a moan. One of his hands automatically snaps up to cover his mouth out of habit. He spreads his legs wider in unspoken encouragement.]
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He trails a finger along his husband's thigh up to his hip.]
Hey... You wanted to see how loud we can be. [He means it to be encouraging, gives another little kiss waiting for Peter to remove his hand.]
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Sorry, sorry- habit. [He wants to be loud, to feel free with Leo. The instinct to stifle has become ingrained.]
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[He does know, unfortunately, personally, he knows too well. It'd been hard to do at the start and now it's just what comes naturally.
Instead, he'll reach his free hand to take Peter's to squeeze before returning to mouthing at him, happily licking everything he can.]
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He's definitely digging his hand into the flowers under himself, half burying himself in the mixture of dandelions and wildflowers around them.]
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He only pulls away when he needs to get his breath, kisses the inside of his thigh.]
Love you. Love you, love this.
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He covers his eyes with a hand, but not his mouth. He gustily laughs, a relieved bright sound. He draws his hand back to try and push his messy curls out of his face.]
You're my everything. I love you. [His words are eager, and bright. The words dripping with affection.]
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He only stops when he's level with Peter, looking down at him with all the love he has, want and affection in his eyes. Leans down to kiss him deeply.]
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He returns the kiss in kind, eager, and happy to show Leo how much he loves him. He lets a hand rest against the back of Leo's neck.
When the kiss does break, he breathes out a contented sound.]
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[Leo smiles down at him, all adoration and love for him. He could go back down and finish Peter off eating him out, or he could go any number of directions. He just knows he wants to hear Peter.]
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How do you feel about going at this twice? [Normally they have time for exactly one round of sex before having to get dressed again. Peter is just trying to enjoy this and encourage his spouse to relax with him.]
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Or have fun.]
You sure you still have it in you for two rounds?
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