Oh, I dunno if you can anymo-Oh- Shit- [He groans at that motion, having fully expected to stay in control of this whole situation. Once the feeling passes for the moment, he grins down at Peter, playful and affectionate before leaning down to kiss him again.
[Peter laughs, thrilled and smug in equal measure. The sound is cut short by the kiss. The brunette is eager to return the kiss, happy to enjoy the challenge burning between them.
He's definitely rolling his hips a little again. Once his hips settle back down, he's going to snake one hand between them, gentle fingers finding purchase on his husband's member.
The fact he's so flexible means he can get away with his much larger spouse settled over him and jerking him off.]
[His kiss is equal parts hungry and loving, but the noise that comes through when he feels Peter's hand on him is embarrassing really. His fingers grip into the grass next to Peter's head.
Fuck. He knows what Peter's doing. He knows. But he can't help it, rolling his hips into his hand.]
When have we ever played clean? [The question is an attempt to be dry, but comes out husky. He is pleased to see the reaction he gets.
He brushes his thumb across the head of his spouse's member, a quick tease he closes his hand around the shaft, starting jerk him off. A familiar enough rhythm.] Besides, you know you like it.
[Peter gasps openly, arching into the touch. He manages to keep his hand moving, even if he fumbles because of Leo touching him.
He is- definitely getting overstimulated. He isn't about to stop Leo now. It has been a bit too long since they've actually done this for an actual extended period of time. He's panting a little now.]
[Senses going off a little, and just knowing his husband as well as he does, he slows down, gentles his touch. Rests his head in the flowers next to Peter's head and closes his eyes to just... soak up this feeling. They should be able to take time to do this whenever, to take all the time they want. A slow night or a quiet morning, taking their time to wind each other up and wind each other down.]
Right, and you- You know me. [God, he can't keep his breath.] Always fair.
[Peter is both relieved and disappointed in equal measure that he can't really hide that from Leo. He's moaning when Leo slows his ministrations.
His blush has spread across his cheeks to his ears as he sucks in a breath. He releases his hold on his spouse's member, just basking in the moment. He mumbles his agreement, eyes closing for a moment.]
Only for you. [It's what he manages to mutter out as some of the pressure lightens up, the build up settling for now. He tilts his head to kiss at Peter's neck, nothing serious or heavy, just a chaste sort of check-in.]
[He snorts a little at the comment. Just smiling up at his spouse.]
My fairness depends on a lot of variables. [He's at least a little honest about that. He is one of the easier 'leaders' to work with, but still has his own quirks.
Peter tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Leo. The easy unspoken sign to continue.]
[Peter scoffs just a little. If anyone actually has a crush on Peter, as usual, he remains decidedly oblivious.] Only you have it bad for me. Everyone else wants me to get them out of dish duty.
Currently, the count is [He has to think for a second as Leo settles over him. His arms loop around his husband, just holding him.] Twenty-six.
Twenty-six people I gotta vet to see if they can spend an afternoon with you. [It's a light enough tease, settling one leg between Peter's and gently pressing against him with a smile.] I mean, they're not gonna get to no matter what. But I like giving anyone chasing after you the stink eye.
[Peter huffs a little at that, relaxed and smiling still. Even with an amused touch of skepticism rises to the surface. He's happy to banter like this.] Again, I feel like they fear dish duty more than ever want me.
[He continues to run his fingers along Leo's shell, across his side. Just wanting to touch him as much as possible.]
Oooh, you'd be surprised. Cute guys around here are hard to come by.
[Not entirely true, but Peter's hot, personable in a way that's cute, talented. Honestly, Leo knows just how lucky he is right now. He kisses his collarbone lightly, rolling his hips down once. Just to get a reaction.]
All this time and you still doubt your coolness factor.
[Peter has a retort in mind, but once again it's lost. He moans openly, very loudly at the rolling of Leo's hips against his own. He arches his hips up without really meaning to.]
My coolness factor is still at normal levels, Leo. [He will never think he's cool. A bog standard for Peter.]
[Always every time. But he kind of wants to hear that again, so he rolls down again with a little more intent this time, just rubbing himself between the folds.]
[You have had years to regret this decision, Peter.]
Told you the night we first danced that I only hang out with cool people.
[Look, he just - loves getting Peter off his guard sometimes. Doing that and lavishing praise on him? Leo's favorite hobby. But he'll shift, readjust his legs to start working himself in gently. He will kiss and lick every bit of Peter's skin he can reach while he moves with him gently, wanting it to be loving for right now. Round two can be whatever, but this one is for tenderness.]
[There is no regret, only intensifying affection with age.
Peter moans a little, his initial flash of irritation melting away as he just holds onto his husband desperately. The feeling of Leo starting to slide into him makes Peter whine and gasp a little.]
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It's On, buddy.]
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He's definitely rolling his hips a little again. Once his hips settle back down, he's going to snake one hand between them, gentle fingers finding purchase on his husband's member.
The fact he's so flexible means he can get away with his much larger spouse settled over him and jerking him off.]
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Fuck. He knows what Peter's doing. He knows. But he can't help it, rolling his hips into his hand.]
That's just playing dirty.
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He brushes his thumb across the head of his spouse's member, a quick tease he closes his hand around the shaft, starting jerk him off. A familiar enough rhythm.] Besides, you know you like it.
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Doesn't- [Phew. Shit. His hips jerk with the motion before he starts moving with it.] Doesn't mean I can't either.
[He only needs the one arm to keep himself up, reaching his other hand down to press against Peter's folds, rubbing to warm him up again.]
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He is- definitely getting overstimulated. He isn't about to stop Leo now. It has been a bit too long since they've actually done this for an actual extended period of time. He's panting a little now.]
R-right, fair is fair.
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Right, and you- You know me. [God, he can't keep his breath.] Always fair.
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His blush has spread across his cheeks to his ears as he sucks in a breath. He releases his hold on his spouse's member, just basking in the moment. He mumbles his agreement, eyes closing for a moment.]
Fairest one around.
[He's working on catching his breath.]
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And definitely not as fair as you.
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My fairness depends on a lot of variables. [He's at least a little honest about that. He is one of the easier 'leaders' to work with, but still has his own quirks.
Peter tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to Leo. The easy unspoken sign to continue.]
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Mm. And I have the strictest rules, don't I? Can't show favoritism.
[He settles for massaging Peter's hip, not touching him again. Not for the moment, just content to give him attention like this too.]
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He raises a hand, trailing his fingers along his husband's side. Fingertips teased at the edge of his shell in passing.]
Do you wanna know how many people I've gotten to do a flip?
[Dare you ask, Leo?]
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[He hums at the teasing touch like that. He's aching to get inside him, but it's.. nice. Laying together like this too, without any rush. A rarity.
He shifts just a little, to lay flat on him, one arm folded on Peter's chest and his chin resting on the arm. Smiling lazily at him.]
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Currently, the count is [He has to think for a second as Leo settles over him. His arms loop around his husband, just holding him.] Twenty-six.
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Twenty-six people I gotta vet to see if they can spend an afternoon with you. [It's a light enough tease, settling one leg between Peter's and gently pressing against him with a smile.] I mean, they're not gonna get to no matter what. But I like giving anyone chasing after you the stink eye.
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[He continues to run his fingers along Leo's shell, across his side. Just wanting to touch him as much as possible.]
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[Not entirely true, but Peter's hot, personable in a way that's cute, talented. Honestly, Leo knows just how lucky he is right now. He kisses his collarbone lightly, rolling his hips down once. Just to get a reaction.]
All this time and you still doubt your coolness factor.
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My coolness factor is still at normal levels, Leo. [He will never think he's cool. A bog standard for Peter.]
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[Always every time. But he kind of wants to hear that again, so he rolls down again with a little more intent this time, just rubbing himself between the folds.]
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Predictably he jerks his hips forward, almost impatiently to have Leo inside of him.] Leo-
[Banter cannot be found, try again later.]
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[Does the same thing again, a mischievous grin on his face now smiling down at Peter.]
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Yet he still wants to fuck him. This is his life.]
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Told you the night we first danced that I only hang out with cool people.
[Look, he just - loves getting Peter off his guard sometimes. Doing that and lavishing praise on him? Leo's favorite hobby. But he'll shift, readjust his legs to start working himself in gently. He will kiss and lick every bit of Peter's skin he can reach while he moves with him gently, wanting it to be loving for right now. Round two can be whatever, but this one is for tenderness.]
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Peter moans a little, his initial flash of irritation melting away as he just holds onto his husband desperately. The feeling of Leo starting to slide into him makes Peter whine and gasp a little.]
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I'm going to fuck you so hard you can't stand straight later. [That is a threat and a promise.]
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