[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.
[Peter drags out the process of bobbing his head back up. When he does break away he sucks in a deep breath. Leo gets a break as Peter needs a moment to suck in some air.]
You like me~ [He sing-songs back a little huskily. He moves to finally clamber onto Leo's hips. He raises himself to spread himself wide and just slide onto Leo's member. Its one swift motion that comes from practice.
Peter moans at the feeling, rocking a little until he's taken all of Leo properly.] Better?
[How is he supposed to respond to that when suddenly the breath is pushed out of him? And it was pushed out of him with the most annoying moan he's ever heard come out of his mouth, which means Peter probably loves it.
He gives his hips a practice roll.]
Hm. I-i think maybe. We'll have to test. [And rolls them up into Peter again.]
[Peter grins a little, only looking more smug at the sound Leo makes. Not that the smugness last long, the roll of his hips the first time makes Peter gasp. He moans at the next one.
He has to stop himself just for a moment, trying to give both of them at least a second to acclimate before he starts moving on Leo's length. He starts a little slow, panting as he adjusts himself just enough to deepen the angle.
He rests his hands on Leo's plastron for balance.]
[Peter may be giving them both a second to acclimate, but Leo is taking the opportunity to drink up the sight of his husband before him. The warmth and tightness around him is so, so welcome but he can't help thinking Peter looks amazing like this. Every rare chance they get to have a minute for this, he's in love all over again.]
[The question makes Peter laugh, leaning forward to cup Leo's cheek in his palm.
He just takes his moment to bask in how his husband looks spread out like this across the flowers. Peter wants to just keep that mental image in the back of his mind forever.]
I'd be up for the challenge, really depends on how high we want to go. [He lets his hand drift across Leo's neck, brushing very gently against bruising hickies.] We'd just have to spend a lot of time here, today, tomorrow, the next day...
[Its a flight of fancy to even picture they can run off that much, but right now, Peter is indulging as he starts rocking on Leo's member. A slow start to a rhythm.]
[He hums as he rests his hands on Peter's thighs, gives them a gentle squeeze before he starts moving. Now he's just determined to see how long he can hold a conversation while Peter's intent on this.]
Maybe not daily but - once week? Biweekly? Just routine forage excursion, the two of us?
[When Peter starts speeding up, Leo lets out little pants of breath in time, rolling his hips to meet him.]
Oh- Gladly. No one's gonna question that if I say it. [They will. His family will absolutely question it the next time he says they're going, and the third time they will one hundred percent know what's up. They'll just hopefully have the decency to leave them alone.]
We'll try to bring something back, and make it more believable. [He pants back. He keeps the pace relatively even for a moment before shifting enough to catch both of Leo's wrists.
If his husband yields with him, Peter is just going to draw them back over Leo's head, pinning them in place.] Keep those there.
[He bites his bottom lip at their hips meeting, breathing out at the friction.]
We're pretending you're caught in my web. [He teases back. If it wasn't a waste of resources, Peter would use actual web fluid to tie Leo down.] Remember the last time we did that?
[Something wanting and hungry fills his eyes as he looks up at Peter saying that. It's been a while; they never really got to have a honeymoon, given the situation with the Krang and all, just day blocked off for privacy. It had been seen as a one time special occasion to use the web fluid, a feeling Leo still thinks about sometime.
[He leans his head back, groaning Peter's name at the physical sensations happening here. Rolling his hips up.
It had been nice the last time they did this, and it's nice now. To just... let go. He's been having to make life changing decisions every day of his life since the Krang got out of their prison, and sometimes... It's a rare chance, but sometimes, it's nice to let go, let someone else make decisions for him for a bit.
He doesn't think he could have survived this long without Peter.]
[Peter's teeth graze at a bruise already trying to take shape on Leo's shoulder, trying to deepen it. The roll of his hips makes Peter whine a little.
Later Peter will be a little embarrassed by how badly he marked Leo up, but right now he's basking in it. A possessive little feeling tight in his chest. He loves his husband, he wants to keep Leo all to himself just for a while.]
[He gives a little triumphant HA at that. He's so pleased by that determination of Peter's, and he will gladly acquiesce to it. Leo welcomes any and all bruises and possessive claims to him; it's his husband after all. They're allowed.]
Then I guess you better get started. [Pressing that button again, letting his tail flick up and just tickle Peter a little. A tease.]
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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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You like me~ [He sing-songs back a little huskily. He moves to finally clamber onto Leo's hips. He raises himself to spread himself wide and just slide onto Leo's member. Its one swift motion that comes from practice.
Peter moans at the feeling, rocking a little until he's taken all of Leo properly.] Better?
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He gives his hips a practice roll.]
Hm. I-i think maybe. We'll have to test. [And rolls them up into Peter again.]
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He has to stop himself just for a moment, trying to give both of them at least a second to acclimate before he starts moving on Leo's length. He starts a little slow, panting as he adjusts himself just enough to deepen the angle.
He rests his hands on Leo's plastron for balance.]
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...So... You come here often?
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He just takes his moment to bask in how his husband looks spread out like this across the flowers. Peter wants to just keep that mental image in the back of his mind forever.]
At least once. [He playfully pats Leo's cheek.]
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Wonder if we can expand the count here. Might take some work. A lot of hours. Think you'd be up for the challenge?
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[Its a flight of fancy to even picture they can run off that much, but right now, Peter is indulging as he starts rocking on Leo's member. A slow start to a rhythm.]
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Maybe not daily but - once week? Biweekly? Just routine forage excursion, the two of us?
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Oh- Gladly. No one's gonna question that if I say it. [They will. His family will absolutely question it the next time he says they're going, and the third time they will one hundred percent know what's up. They'll just hopefully have the decency to leave them alone.]
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If his husband yields with him, Peter is just going to draw them back over Leo's head, pinning them in place.] Keep those there.
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He never said he'd be a quiet participant.]
Yeah? Something in mind?
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We're pretending you're caught in my web. [He teases back. If it wasn't a waste of resources, Peter would use actual web fluid to tie Leo down.] Remember the last time we did that?
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He whispers so quietly:] Oh fuck yes.
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Obviously, they can't perfectly replicate it. Even out here, neither want to waste a resource that could save a life.
But they can pretend.]
You're stuck just where I put you. This is all my web, and I got you just where I want you. [He whispers against Leo's neck.]
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It had been nice the last time they did this, and it's nice now. To just... let go. He's been having to make life changing decisions every day of his life since the Krang got out of their prison, and sometimes... It's a rare chance, but sometimes, it's nice to let go, let someone else make decisions for him for a bit.
He doesn't think he could have survived this long without Peter.]
You'll have to move me where you want me, then.
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Later Peter will be a little embarrassed by how badly he marked Leo up, but right now he's basking in it. A possessive little feeling tight in his chest. He loves his husband, he wants to keep Leo all to himself just for a while.]
I'm planning on carrying you home.
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Then I guess you better get started. [Pressing that button again, letting his tail flick up and just tickle Peter a little. A tease.]
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