No... No, I don't think I do. I think you should tell me.
[Maybe he just wants to listen to Peter try to talk right now. Maybe he wants to hear Peter try to talk dirty right now. He can't wait for that bone deep exhaustion by the end of this, but he wants to enjoy this right now too.]
[Peter groans a little. He shouldn't be too surprised Leo wants to talk. Both of them talk so much. He's going faster now, just trying to get them closer to the edge.
His voice comes out in a low growl as he plants his hands firmly against Leo's hips.]
I'll get you pinned back into my web soon enough. [He groans a little, rolling his hips.] Because you're mine, and I'm not going to share you.
Okay, Leo didn't think he was into anyone being weirdly possessive with him? But hearing that, Peter's voice in that low growl while they go is doing Something to him.]
Oh, I could get used to that- [Soon as he finishes that thought, Peter rubs over him in a way that whites out the edges of his vision, moaning his name before he cuts it off biting down on his lip.]
[Later Peter will be embarrassed by how possessive he got. It isn't the most normal sentiment around.
Right now he's just rocking into Leo, on the verge of tipping himself over the edge. He tightens his grip on their ninpo, letting more of the magic pool under his skin.
Peter gasps a little. Arching his back trying to chase that feeling.]
[Leo can't help how he unconsciously starts tightening and loosening the grip on his own wrist in time with their thrusts. Just like he can't stop staring up at Peter like this; does his husband know? How amazing he looks like this? How he makes his muscles and skin tighten an- oh no, that's a leg cramp actually.]
Yeah? [Ooh he's out of breath and that sounded a lot rougher than he meant.] Keep going.
[The roughness of Leo's voice just sends a shiver down Peter's spine as he pants back.
His gaze is focused on Leo, just soaking the turtle in. God, he loves Leo. He loves him so much. His handsome, funny, brilliant husband. Adoration settles on his features.]
I just- I just want you to myself for a little longer. I don't want to share you. [That came out a lot less sexy than he intended and more tender. He only slows his movement down so he can reach out and 'free' Leo's hands.]
Hold me. [That at least came out more commanding. Better.]
[The second his hands are 'free', Leo moves. Arms wrapping around Peter and he buries his face into the crook of his neck like it's the only thing he's wanted to do for years.]
You've got me. [He murmurs between pants, groaning again with the added friction to his plastron. His teeth start biting gently into the soft skin there, hoping maybe this time he can outrun Peter's super healing.] No one else's got me. Just you.
I got you. Always me and you. [Peter tips his head back to give his husband further access, moaning at the feeling of Leo's mouth against his skin. He wraps his legs around Leo the best he can to just cling to him.
Releasing the hold he has on the ninpo feels just as good as the taunt grip. Paired with Leo holding him and the friction Peter tips completely over the edge, climaxing. He closes his eyes tightly.
He manages to keep himself moving, trying to get Leo there as well. He has enough stubborn stamina left for that.]
[At some nebulous point in the future, Leo will give Peter shit for issuing this challenge and Leo still lasting longer than him. But for now, he could devour that sound, envelop himself in that warmth for a long, long time.
It isn't as easy to thrust up into him sitting like this but Leo does give it his best go.] Almost.
[Peter's response will likely be insistence it wasn't about who finished first, Leo. Likely to cause more silly play arguing.
Peter dips back in to bite at Leo's neck. Teeth grazing against the bite marks there. The brunette picks up some of the slack given he hauled Leo into a seated position. He picks up the pace, riding Leo hard and fast trying to help get him over the edge.]
[Between the biting to his neck, Peter's motions and the general friction and warmth, Leo grips at Peter tighter trying to finish, trying to make himself go faster. He pants Peter's name into his shoulder with one hand digging into Peter's hair at the back of his head.
But he does finish, his grip tightening on his husband with a low moan in his throat before gradually slumping into him.]
[Peter keeps moving for just a moment longer before coming down enough to come to a halt.
He adjusts his grip enough so he can angle them to fall backwards into the flowers. Peter was not particularly worried about taking Leo's weight on him. He keeps a loose grip on his husband, just content.]
[He'll be disappointed later he didn't tire Leo out, but right now he just wants a kiss. Maybe several. He's going to bask in the comfortable afterglow.]
Guess this is our field now, huh? Means we can do this more often.
It'll be nice to have something for us. [The unspoken 'just for a while' hangs there between them. Both of them have given up a lot of themselves for the rebellion. They will probably keep giving up more as time goes on. That's almost an inevitability at this point.]
[Peter's eyes close as Leo trills. The sound just makes the brunette smile widely. He presses a clumsy kiss against the side of his husband's head. He's happy to fall silent and just enjoy Leo's weight over him.
He's realizing the longer they are laying here, he is definitely going to be sore, but he's looking forward to it. It's a good kind of sore. The exertion is from something they like as opposed to stretching themselves thin for a fight.]
Whenever I bother with pants again, I'll vaguely find some edible flowers and go 'oh, our great bounty'.
[Peter runs a hand lazily across his shell, smiling at the reaction. The sound of Leo's laughter is one of his favorite sounds. A sound he's sorely missed.]
We spent hours searching for anything edible, really.
[It's Peter's turn to laugh, the sound just a little hoarse in places.] Right, of course. We need to monitor it ourselves. If we tell too many people, it just won't thrive.
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[Maybe he just wants to listen to Peter try to talk right now. Maybe he wants to hear Peter try to talk dirty right now. He can't wait for that bone deep exhaustion by the end of this, but he wants to enjoy this right now too.]
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His voice comes out in a low growl as he plants his hands firmly against Leo's hips.]
I'll get you pinned back into my web soon enough. [He groans a little, rolling his hips.] Because you're mine, and I'm not going to share you.
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Okay, Leo didn't think he was into anyone being weirdly possessive with him? But hearing that, Peter's voice in that low growl while they go is doing Something to him.]
Oh, I could get used to that- [Soon as he finishes that thought, Peter rubs over him in a way that whites out the edges of his vision, moaning his name before he cuts it off biting down on his lip.]
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Right now he's just rocking into Leo, on the verge of tipping himself over the edge. He tightens his grip on their ninpo, letting more of the magic pool under his skin.
Peter gasps a little. Arching his back trying to chase that feeling.]
Leo- I'm- [He's panting now.] I'm gonna- soon.
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Yeah? [Ooh he's out of breath and that sounded a lot rougher than he meant.] Keep going.
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His gaze is focused on Leo, just soaking the turtle in. God, he loves Leo. He loves him so much. His handsome, funny, brilliant husband. Adoration settles on his features.]
I just- I just want you to myself for a little longer. I don't want to share you. [That came out a lot less sexy than he intended and more tender. He only slows his movement down so he can reach out and 'free' Leo's hands.]
Hold me. [That at least came out more commanding. Better.]
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You've got me. [He murmurs between pants, groaning again with the added friction to his plastron. His teeth start biting gently into the soft skin there, hoping maybe this time he can outrun Peter's super healing.] No one else's got me. Just you.
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Releasing the hold he has on the ninpo feels just as good as the taunt grip. Paired with Leo holding him and the friction Peter tips completely over the edge, climaxing. He closes his eyes tightly.
He manages to keep himself moving, trying to get Leo there as well. He has enough stubborn stamina left for that.]
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It isn't as easy to thrust up into him sitting like this but Leo does give it his best go.] Almost.
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Peter dips back in to bite at Leo's neck. Teeth grazing against the bite marks there. The brunette picks up some of the slack given he hauled Leo into a seated position. He picks up the pace, riding Leo hard and fast trying to help get him over the edge.]
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But he does finish, his grip tightening on his husband with a low moan in his throat before gradually slumping into him.]
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He adjusts his grip enough so he can angle them to fall backwards into the flowers. Peter was not particularly worried about taking Leo's weight on him. He keeps a loose grip on his husband, just content.]
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Been too long.
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Better than a quick handjob between meetings. [Guess who usually initiated those, his name starts with a P.]
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[Tired, a little sore, but still energetic enough to kiss him back!!]
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Guess this is our field now, huh? Means we can do this more often.
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[Unless something happens and they need it for something else. But the idea is nice, that they get to have a spot that's just... theirs.]
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Yeah. Just for us. [He presses his forehead against Peter's shoulder, trilling quietly at that.]
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He's realizing the longer they are laying here, he is definitely going to be sore, but he's looking forward to it. It's a good kind of sore. The exertion is from something they like as opposed to stretching themselves thin for a fight.]
Whenever I bother with pants again, I'll vaguely find some edible flowers and go 'oh, our great bounty'.
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There's some round here somewhere. Maybe some mushrooms if we're lucky.
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We spent hours searching for anything edible, really.
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Me and the field are yours.
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