[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.]
[Peter is moving with Leo's thrusts at this point, trying to meet him halfway. He manages to get a nice enough grip on his husband's shell.
Peter is definitely loud, louder than he normally would be at base. It's sign enough they haven't dallied in sex that Peter is getting worked up from them taking it slow. A quick blowjob in base or general quickie isn't the same.]
[If he had all the time and space in the world, he would soak up those noises from Peter and subsist off them entirely. A fast blowjob in a bathroom, or a quickie in their room before morning meeting just isn't the same. Not like this, where he can take his time feeling Peter's pulse against him, feeling his muscles under his hands.
Leonardo plans to enjoy this. Soak up the sounds and scents, one of the very few times he wishes he was... less turtle so he could feel Peter skin to skin across his front. But he'll take what he has like this.]
[Peter shifts enough to catch Leo into a kiss, a hand settling against the back of Leo's neck. He eagerly rolls his hip into the next thrust, encouraging his spouse to keep going. The pace is slow, but both of them are enjoying it.
He just wants to bask in this feeling, where the world is comfortably just the two of them again. Where they get to be Leo and Peter instead of Leonardo and Commander Parker.
The next thrust earns a pleased moan in the kiss, half forcing Peter to break it to. He pants out Leo's name.]
[It's a good rhythm to fall into, familiar and easy like the old days. Especially once Peter is moving with him, the push and pull. Wanting to hear that again, so he twists his hips with the next thrust, wanting to hear what Peter sounds like with it like this-]
Yeah? [He's breathless but determined. Wanting to tease a little.] What was that?
[Peter keens a little with the next thrust, the twist of Leo's hips making the brunette cling to his husband a little more intently. He grabs a loose fistful of his husband's mask.]
You heard me. [He sasses back, shifting just enough to bite Leo's shoulder. It's more playful than anything else, but, it's been long enough since they've actively marked each other.]
[He had wondered, a few minutes back when he was eating his husband out, if he should remove the mask, have this be a little more more intimate. Now he's glad he didn't, so Peter has something to grab.
But the bite is electricity down his nerves, an unbidden moan escaping out of him and he thrusts hard not even thinking about it. If Peter wanted him to finish quickly, that was definitely the fast pass button to push him to the edge.]
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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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And then the words sound off. And that grin spreads on his face a mile wide.]
Promise?
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Good. Looking forward to it. [He's going slow and easy, fully intending on fulfilling that promise he made to himself wanting to take his time.]
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Peter is definitely loud, louder than he normally would be at base. It's sign enough they haven't dallied in sex that Peter is getting worked up from them taking it slow. A quick blowjob in base or general quickie isn't the same.]
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Leonardo plans to enjoy this. Soak up the sounds and scents, one of the very few times he wishes he was... less turtle so he could feel Peter skin to skin across his front. But he'll take what he has like this.]
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He just wants to bask in this feeling, where the world is comfortably just the two of them again. Where they get to be Leo and Peter instead of Leonardo and Commander Parker.
The next thrust earns a pleased moan in the kiss, half forcing Peter to break it to. He pants out Leo's name.]
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Yeah? [He's breathless but determined. Wanting to tease a little.] What was that?
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You heard me. [He sasses back, shifting just enough to bite Leo's shoulder. It's more playful than anything else, but, it's been long enough since they've actively marked each other.]
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But the bite is electricity down his nerves, an unbidden moan escaping out of him and he thrusts hard not even thinking about it. If Peter wanted him to finish quickly, that was definitely the fast pass button to push him to the edge.]
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His grip tightens a little further. He manages to find his voice, shifting away from sass to something a little better.]
You feel so good, I just- I want all of you. [Probably also a good way to drive his spouse crazy.]
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