[He moans as quietly as he can at the mouthing, and the kissing. It will always be a struggle to stay perfectly quiet. He presses the butt of his ungloved hand against his mouth for a moment.
His hand drops past Leo's waistband to trace his fingers along the more sensitive lower plates of Leo's plastron. He somehow manages to keep his voice level, a small victory.] Lean back against the wall. Alright?
[He gives a few quiet happy chirps at that attention, closing his eyes. Okay. Okay, all right. Leo trails a fingertip up Peter's spine before starting to move.]
Whatever you say, yes sir. [It's a special kind of feeling when Peter does get assertive. Leo tries to encourage it when he can, even in private in the hopes that he'll do it more often. So he listens, shifts to the head of their bed and leans back against the wall with legs spread out.]
[Peter laughs a little at the response. He makes sure to get Leo's pants the rest of the way down, freeing the turtle to the slight chill in their room. He moves to settle down on the floor between Leo's open legs, looking up at him through his wild curls.]
If you keep that up, I might just get used to it. [He teases as he presses a kiss against Leo's knee, moving to start kissing his way along the newly exposed skin.]
[He kicks his pants out of the way. He's very aware of the time and how little of it they have; not for the last time he wishes they could have a normal life they should have had.]
You calling me sir. [He knows it's a tease, but he goes for it. He smirks up at Leo before biting at his husband's leg teasingly.
He breathes a little heavily against the skin, nosing against it as he breaks away. He peers up at Leo.] It's dangerous waters. I might get too used to it.
[He leans forward just a little so he can run fingers through those curls of his. Taking a breath before biting down on his bottom lip at that nip Peter gives him.]
You're giving orders same as me. Why not call you 'sir' when you give me one?
[Peter laughs against the skin.] I don't exactly call your 'sir' in bed. Usually, baby, or babe.
[He works on biting further up Leo's inner leg, trying to actively leave bruising in his wake. He wants Leo to feel this later. To remember this ever time he walks around.]
[And that immediately makes Peter turn an interesting shade of red. He presses his face vaguely against Leo's leg in embarrassment.] O-Oh.
[Oh no, what did he just sign them up for?
He draws back, not sure what to actively do with this sudden power, just spreading Leo's legs a little further apart as he shifts to climb back onto the bed just slightly to nose at Leo's inner thighs.]
[Wherever Peter guides him, Leo lets him do it. Legs a little wider, hands a little further back? Whatever he wants. Peter can probably hear his tail wagging against the bed as he sits watching his husband.
That reaction is too cute... But he'll keep his mouth closed for now. Just waiting for orders.]
[Peter feels a little tongue-tied for once in his life. How Do? What Do?
Hearing the sound of his husband's tail waggling is enough to get him back on track. He shifts enough to vaguely sit up. It is a quickie, but... A little foreplay is nice too.] Unzip my suit further, I want you to touch me.
[He hates that they have to have restraint like this. Hates it so much when he can feel what Peter's doing and has to shift his hips a little so the softer pieces of his plastron will move out of the way. It won't take much, it never does with how little time they ever get for each other, falling heavy and loose.]
[Peter shifts just enough so he can press a few loose kiss against those plates, paying his husband careful teasing attention. Not directly interacting with his husband's member yet.
[It's difficult, just... keeping still. He swallows hard as he feels that rhythm pick up, and gasps when Peter pulls off. God, it's unfair.]
...Yes, sir.
[Oh, he definitely is into it. Maybe it's because it feels nice having control taken away from him, just being told what to do and not making any decisions. Maybe it's knowing he trusts his husband implicitly and wants to let him be in control. Or maybe it's just hot.
He takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around Peter's waist and tug him up, free hand teasing at his waistband before sliding down his front and feeling that wet warmth, humming to himself against Peter's ear.]
[Leo has to bite down on his lip again when Peter's touch returns. He brushes his cheek against Peter's when he hears that, never quite kissing his cheek or ear, just getting close.]
Yes, sir. [He runs his fingertips through the edges of his folds teasing before gently working them in, curling them just barely inside him.]
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His hand drops past Leo's waistband to trace his fingers along the more sensitive lower plates of Leo's plastron. He somehow manages to keep his voice level, a small victory.] Lean back against the wall. Alright?
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Whatever you say, yes sir. [It's a special kind of feeling when Peter does get assertive. Leo tries to encourage it when he can, even in private in the hopes that he'll do it more often. So he listens, shifts to the head of their bed and leans back against the wall with legs spread out.]
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If you keep that up, I might just get used to it. [He teases as he presses a kiss against Leo's knee, moving to start kissing his way along the newly exposed skin.]
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[He kicks his pants out of the way. He's very aware of the time and how little of it they have; not for the last time he wishes they could have a normal life they should have had.]
You'll have to be more specific.
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He breathes a little heavily against the skin, nosing against it as he breaks away. He peers up at Leo.] It's dangerous waters. I might get too used to it.
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[He leans forward just a little so he can run fingers through those curls of his. Taking a breath before biting down on his bottom lip at that nip Peter gives him.]
You're giving orders same as me. Why not call you 'sir' when you give me one?
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[He works on biting further up Leo's inner leg, trying to actively leave bruising in his wake. He wants Leo to feel this later. To remember this ever time he walks around.]
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Give him a second-]
Why I think you should. Be okay with me calling you sir here.
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Well.
[He presses a kiss against the bite. He's not sure about being called sir, but he's curious, he's always willing to play.] Let's give it a try.
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[Oh no, what did he just sign them up for?
He draws back, not sure what to actively do with this sudden power, just spreading Leo's legs a little further apart as he shifts to climb back onto the bed just slightly to nose at Leo's inner thighs.]
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That reaction is too cute... But he'll keep his mouth closed for now. Just waiting for orders.]
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Hearing the sound of his husband's tail waggling is enough to get him back on track. He shifts enough to vaguely sit up. It is a quickie, but... A little foreplay is nice too.] Unzip my suit further, I want you to touch me.
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[Noses against his chin as he reaches around his back to unzip it further, enough he can slip his hands under it and press against Peter's skin.]
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He lets his hand drop back to his spouse's crotch, teasing at his opening to try and coax his spouse's member to drop down.]
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He only draws back enough to peer up at Leo.]
Play with my hair. I know you want to.
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[Something about that is just so.... Leo smiles down at him before giving in to that order, sinking fingers into those curls.]
Yes, sir. You know me so well.
[Hope this doesn't awaken anything in him.]
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It's a brief tease, before he takes it into his mouth. He rests a bare hand against Leo's leg for support, just slowly starting to bob his head.]
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The real challenge is keeping himself still and not bucking up into his mouth. That is the tough part here.]
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It doesn't take much to find the usually quick rhythm they have to do.
He wants to hear Leo, so badly, but he knows that isn't in the cards. He's leaned over Leo, half propped back onto the bed for easiness sake.
He draws back with an audible wet pop, breathing a little heavily already.]
I want you to touch me. [Look, he's flexing that command skill.] Reach into my pants. Find out how wet I am.
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...Yes, sir.
[Oh, he definitely is into it. Maybe it's because it feels nice having control taken away from him, just being told what to do and not making any decisions. Maybe it's knowing he trusts his husband implicitly and wants to let him be in control. Or maybe it's just hot.
He takes the opportunity to wrap an arm around Peter's waist and tug him up, free hand teasing at his waistband before sliding down his front and feeling that wet warmth, humming to himself against Peter's ear.]
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He lets his hand settle back down to jerk Leo off, trying to keep some of their momentum going.]
Fuck me with your fingers. I want to feel you.
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Yes, sir. [He runs his fingertips through the edges of his folds teasing before gently working them in, curling them just barely inside him.]
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He proves he's flexible by dipping back down to take Leo's member back into his mouth. He's trying to not rush them, even if Peter knows they should.]
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