[The same time Peter says that, he rocks harder into him and Leo's entire nervous system jolts awake with a groan. His hands grip tight at him, arching his chest against Peter's with that extra attention to him.]
Do you? [He's joking, of course, tugging at Peter to get him to react same as always.]
[Peter just growls against his neck again. Drawing back from his shoulder, to work on the other shoulder. Leo is clearly not getting away unscathed from this. The tug is just making him want to squirm.
The friction of Leo's plastron plates against Peter's bare chest earns a soft groan amongst his biting. He only draws away to comment.]
I hope your cape can cover some of this, baby. [He's still rocking his hips, dragging his folds against Leo's member, able to tell it's definitely getting harder now.]
[Oooh fuck, his voice just gave away how undone he is from just this. Sensitive and raw still. He helplessly rolls his hips up into Peter, wanting to get more of that feeling, chasing it.]
[Peter can tell at least a few of the bites are going to bruise in a particularly obvious way later. He admires his handiwork to some extent.
He groans a little, a mixture of Leo losing his voice for just a second and how sensitive he already is. He is definitely getting wet at this rate. Leo can likely feel that shift by now. He leans back down over Leo, pressing their chests together.
He buries his face against Leo's neck, breathing a little heavily. One hand settled near Leo's head, trying to not stick to him.]
[He spends a few seconds just listening. Listening to them moving, Peter's breathing, his own heartbeat. Those sounds that when he was younger made him absolutely want to get the thickest earplugs but is a sound he wishes now he could hear more often.]
You know, we never talk anymore. [An easy joke, trying to get Peter out of his shell some again.] Soooo how's your day?
[Peter laughs a little, the sound coming off husky. Still moving his hips as he speaks.] I distinctly remember us having a deep emotional conversation maybe a few minutes ago.
[Leo always has the knack for pulling him back down out of his thoughts, the grounding effect means he loosens up marginally.]
[Oh, good. They can both still multitask here. He squirms just a second sliding a hand down between them, just to add a little additional pressure against Peter.]
Us? No, I don't think that was us. Had to be someone else, we would never have deep emotional conversations.
[The additional pressure earns a moan from Peter. He rocks into the hand a little harder than necessary. Leo likely felt the result from that given Peter is still just rocking against his member without sliding onto it.]
[He absolutely does. He starts to moan before biting down on his bottom lip, letting it trail off into a stifled chuckle.]
Don't, uh. I-i don't think we'd have serious talks naked in a flower field like this. [But it is getting a little awkward moving like this with how stiff he's getting.]
Technically its our field now, so, we can do it whenever we want. So, maybe more emotional talks later. [Leo is definitely hard at this point. Enough so he's standing at attention.
Peter slows to a stop and off of his member for the moment, missing the friction already. It would be so easy to just ride Leo here and now. The thought shifts into a different idea.
He makes eye contact with Leo, just smiling at him as he seems to be taking mercy, sliding onto him. Just enough that the tip of Leo's member is inside of Peter before the brunette slides right off, sitting on Leo. Peter gives a almost helpless shrug in turn.]
[Look, he can't help what he was given. He's just glad he's never scared Peter off with it. But when his husband starts moving, Leo watches him. Sees what's up and adjusts his hips, already feeling his muscles tensing and-
Oh.
Oh you fucker.
He throws his head back.] Ooooooooh my god you're the worst.
I love you too, Leo. [Peter all but coos back at him, trying to not laugh. He shifts his weight back, getting off of Leo so he can settle between his spouse's legs.
If he looks back up, he's going to see Peter smirking at him. The brunette tucks some of his curls out of his face. Peter kisses the head of his husband's member. Peter's hot breath against Leo's member is probably about as much warning as he gets.
Peter is definitely deep throating him in one fell swoop.]
[That does get Leo to look and - Oh. Oh, he really is the fucking worst. His face heats up for a split second before he throws his head back, biting off a noise in his throat.]
I still have - Absolutely no idea who taught you that!
[Unsurprisingly, Peter doesn't have much to say, just slowly drawing back to take in a quick breath. The urge to do it again is strong, but Peter manages to shuffle it away for later.] I feel like this was all you.
[He starts kissing the head of his spouse's member, lavishing it with attention. He lazily rests a hand near Leo's tail, but not touching it just yet.]
Nuh uh. I did not teach you how to do that. [Everything he says keeps being interspersed with little gasps and whines. Every single time Peter's lips make contact, his hips jut up.]
You just came back one night, smiled and shrugged saying "hey happy birthday", and then just - did that! That wasn't me!
[Peter hums against Leo's member. He licks his way across the shaft, focused on driving his husband a little crazy.
He gently flicks Leo's tail for good measure.]
Don't think that's how it happened, Leo. [He remembers awkward fumbling when they were younger trying to figure out how blow jobs work and a lot of embarrassed googling.]
[His tail curls at the flick, his hips squirming. Unfair. The whole situation now is unfair, but he wouldn't have it any other way right now. Except maybe Some part of Peter being in reach so he could grab, he'd like that at least.]
The whole 'taking your massive husband's entire length in one go' didn't go like that, huh? [The first few times were the most awkward fumbling before they finally gave up and did some googling. Donnie resented having to clear that browser history, even in incognito.] Nuh uh, that took practice and know how.
I literally practiced on you, you were there. [Peter answers with an amused sound. This is hardly the weirdest argument the two have had during sex. He just smarmily resting his cheek against Leo's cock, maintaining eye contact for a moment.
He reaches down to play with Leo's tail, just drawing things out.] Pretty sure you were more upset by the misfires when we were figuring this out than I was.
[With Peter only trying to play with his tail now, he feels like he can breathe a little. Just get himself grounded again, even as his tail does betray his internal vibrating energy.]
Can't believe I'm trying to talk up how cool and amazing and talented my husband is and he's coming back at me with high school memories. I didn't even go to high school.
[Peter just huffs a little back. Fondling the tail, enjoying how wiggly it is in his hand.]
We were still both teenager when we found each other. Close enough honestly. [He kisses the head of his husband's member.]
You are really lucky I didn't just drop out of highschool like I planned and join the Avengers. We would have missed each other. [He takes the blow job a lot more slowly now, trying to not have Leo burst yet.]
[Did he know that? He knew Peter worked with the Avengers sometimes while they were still figuring each other out, but had he known that was Peter's original plan?
What made him changes his mind?
He whines against his teeth trying his absolute best not to just buck his hips up, instead carefully rolling them. Gentle. Easy. Taking his speed cue from Peter, really.]
Okay- I'm. Not gonna lie, I'm glad that didn't happen.
Mm. You've had so many chances over the years. Have a chance right now even.
[Redirection, one of Leo's better skills. Something he developed to keep his brothers on task when they needed it, good for debriefings and mission meetings, and coming into use right now.]
Oh, I'm taking the chance now. [Peter just makes eye contact, shifts enough to just kiss the head of Leo's member. He doesn't really have to do warm up now to deep throat Leo's member again. He groans around it though.
Peter at this point is completely wet again, but ignoring the ache between his legs for this.]
[His fingers tighten around the grass at his side, not wanting to actually risk how tight he can squeeze Peter. It's a mercy he got his breath before that or he'd be in trouble right now.]
The worst. You're actually the worst, and I'd marry you again. I don't know why. But I would.
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Do you? [He's joking, of course, tugging at Peter to get him to react same as always.]
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The friction of Leo's plastron plates against Peter's bare chest earns a soft groan amongst his biting. He only draws away to comment.]
I hope your cape can cover some of this, baby. [He's still rocking his hips, dragging his folds against Leo's member, able to tell it's definitely getting harder now.]
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[Oooh fuck, his voice just gave away how undone he is from just this. Sensitive and raw still. He helplessly rolls his hips up into Peter, wanting to get more of that feeling, chasing it.]
Don't care. Don't care if it covers or not.
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He groans a little, a mixture of Leo losing his voice for just a second and how sensitive he already is. He is definitely getting wet at this rate. Leo can likely feel that shift by now. He leans back down over Leo, pressing their chests together.
He buries his face against Leo's neck, breathing a little heavily. One hand settled near Leo's head, trying to not stick to him.]
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You know, we never talk anymore. [An easy joke, trying to get Peter out of his shell some again.] Soooo how's your day?
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[Leo always has the knack for pulling him back down out of his thoughts, the grounding effect means he loosens up marginally.]
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Us? No, I don't think that was us. Had to be someone else, we would never have deep emotional conversations.
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Feel like that was us. Emotions felt pretty high.
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Don't, uh. I-i don't think we'd have serious talks naked in a flower field like this. [But it is getting a little awkward moving like this with how stiff he's getting.]
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Peter slows to a stop and off of his member for the moment, missing the friction already. It would be so easy to just ride Leo here and now. The thought shifts into a different idea.
He makes eye contact with Leo, just smiling at him as he seems to be taking mercy, sliding onto him. Just enough that the tip of Leo's member is inside of Peter before the brunette slides right off, sitting on Leo. Peter gives a almost helpless shrug in turn.]
Oops.
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Oh.
Oh you fucker.
He throws his head back.] Ooooooooh my god you're the worst.
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If he looks back up, he's going to see Peter smirking at him. The brunette tucks some of his curls out of his face. Peter kisses the head of his husband's member. Peter's hot breath against Leo's member is probably about as much warning as he gets.
Peter is definitely deep throating him in one fell swoop.]
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[That does get Leo to look and - Oh. Oh, he really is the fucking worst. His face heats up for a split second before he throws his head back, biting off a noise in his throat.]
I still have - Absolutely no idea who taught you that!
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[He starts kissing the head of his spouse's member, lavishing it with attention. He lazily rests a hand near Leo's tail, but not touching it just yet.]
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You just came back one night, smiled and shrugged saying "hey happy birthday", and then just - did that! That wasn't me!
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He gently flicks Leo's tail for good measure.]
Don't think that's how it happened, Leo. [He remembers awkward fumbling when they were younger trying to figure out how blow jobs work and a lot of embarrassed googling.]
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The whole 'taking your massive husband's entire length in one go' didn't go like that, huh? [The first few times were the most awkward fumbling before they finally gave up and did some googling. Donnie resented having to clear that browser history, even in incognito.] Nuh uh, that took practice and know how.
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He reaches down to play with Leo's tail, just drawing things out.] Pretty sure you were more upset by the misfires when we were figuring this out than I was.
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Can't believe I'm trying to talk up how cool and amazing and talented my husband is and he's coming back at me with high school memories. I didn't even go to high school.
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We were still both teenager when we found each other. Close enough honestly. [He kisses the head of his husband's member.]
You are really lucky I didn't just drop out of highschool like I planned and join the Avengers. We would have missed each other. [He takes the blow job a lot more slowly now, trying to not have Leo burst yet.]
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What made him changes his mind?
He whines against his teeth trying his absolute best not to just buck his hips up, instead carefully rolling them. Gentle. Easy. Taking his speed cue from Peter, really.]
Okay- I'm. Not gonna lie, I'm glad that didn't happen.
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Peter is adaptable though.]
You're all I want.
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[Redirection, one of Leo's better skills. Something he developed to keep his brothers on task when they needed it, good for debriefings and mission meetings, and coming into use right now.]
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Peter at this point is completely wet again, but ignoring the ache between his legs for this.]
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The worst. You're actually the worst, and I'd marry you again. I don't know why. But I would.
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