[Peter moans a little, unable to really move his hips with properly at his current angle. He could move to lay back, but he wants to suck his husband off.]
You feel so good. [He dips down to lap at Leo's cock.] I wish I could ride you right now. I want it.
[Leo keeps fingering at him, putting the barest hint of pressure as he pushes in each time. But his free hand sinks into Peter's curls again to bring him close.]
Nothing stopping you. [He's aware of their time, he's too aware that they can't just fully relax into this.]
[As soon as Peter does it, Leo's grip on his hair tightens almost too tight. He has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stifle the moan from that but he can't do anything about the way his hips buck up into Peter's mouth with a whine.
He wants that so badly. He wants all of Peter, he wants everything he wants now.]
[Once the rhythm is going, it's easier even as short-lived as it is before Peter pops off. But that-
His eyes are wide and hungry, glancing at the door for a second before a nod.]
Yes, sir.
[And he'll use his clean hand to start working at his waistband, hooking his thumb and inching his pants down past his hips and watching his expression.]
[Peter is trying not to squirm, be patient. He's at just the right angle that he can't yoink his pants down himself without dislodging himself from Leo's hold. He wants a lot of things all at once. He wants to be close to his husband, he wants to be fucked, he wants to kiss his husband- he needs to focus on one to accomplish at once.
Peter is a nice shade of red, the color having crept up to the tips of his ears. He is panting openly now, trying to be quiet and struggling.
Once the pants are off, he's going to actively dislodge himself from Leo's hold to move himself over his husband's erect member. He maintains eye contact and slides onto Leo completely with no hesitation.]
[Cute. Even hot like this, years after marriage, Leo still finds smal things about Peter that are cute.
But as Peter moves, Leo's eyes follow his, maintaining that eye contact. He His hands squeeze Peter's sides tight as he slides down onto him, groaning in his throat trying to hold it back.]
Leo, Leo- [He moans quietly back, just needing a second to adjust to how full he feels before he starts moving. His gaze rakes across Leo, just admiring the curve of his jaw, the strong set of Leo's shoulders, the muscles in his arms.
He reaches his arms out to wrap his arms around Leo, trying to coax him into a kiss.
He wants to just enjoy this. He wants to pretend for just a bit longer they can have actual sex, not just quickies where they can steal it.]
[He gasps into that kiss, the vague motions even of just Peter leaning into him for a kiss giving enough friction where they meet to get a reaction out of him. It takes no extra work for Leo to cup the back of Peter's head keeping him there, rolling his hips up into his husband with a groan.]
[He murmurs it against Peter's skin. Holding him close and rolling another thrust up into him. Maybe they can pretend a little longer, for their own sake.]
[Then a knock comes at the door. Peter comes to a stop heavily on Leo, going wide-eyed. His gaze darts back to the door of their room.
He loops an arm around Leo's waist to pull them both back into the bed. Leo likely landing heavily on him. Peter manages to grab blankets in passing as well to pull over them for some semblance of cover as he tries to burrow into Leo to avoid making it that obvious they were having sex.
Leo is still buried in him, but neither of them have the time to disentangle from each other.]
[He hears the footstep seconds before the knock, already stopping and clinging to Peter. But Peter's faster on getting them moved and covered, Leo tucking the blanket more over them. And then shifting so they're laying on their sides and not quite so obvious.
The door whishes open, a mousy dark haired man with thick round glasses stepping in reading from a clipboard-] -so at 1845 there's a check in from a scou-
[And he stops seeing the two of them. Then sees their pants scattered on the floor. And smells the room. His shoulders hunch up by his ears before he quickly turns around to face the door.]
So there's going to be a meeting in half an hour to discuss potential avenues of whatever the scout finds upon return and also to divvy up tomorrow's supplies if they make it without any interference and I'm leaving now.
[He disappears, the door closing with a whish slide again and Leo lays there watching. Before smiling.]
[Pete turns redder as the man goes quiet, already able to guess what he put together given, well, the state of the room. Neither had been particularly sneaky when they started fooling around.
He laughs a little at his husband's words. His embarrassment easing somewhat.] So... You're telling me that we need to be pantsless more often?
[With the door closed, some privacy given again, he rocks a little into Leo. A very obvious sign he wants to keep going.]
[Oh- He bites down on his bottom lip with a muffled groan at that. Okay, so Peter wants to keep going. He smiles at his husband, rolling back.]
That was my natural state when we were younger, I dunno if you remember.
[Maybe they could do that some more. Get everyone back in the habit. He squeezes Peter's sides as he rolls up into him again before stopping and resting right there. Watching him.]
Sounds fake, but okay. [He bats back at his husband easily enough. He has to press the butt of his palm against his mouth, trying to stay quiet as Leo returns the favor.
He feels good, so good and Peter just wants this to last.
Then Leo just stops, Peter groans more openly now, just breathing heavily as he looks up at his spouse.] I want you to fuck me.
[Peter exhales a little sharply at the feeling of Leo's snout against his jaw. His eyes close for a moment as he relaxes back into the bed. The brunette is trying to not arch his hips upwards just yet. He reaches out to loosely lay a hand against Leo's shell.]
I do. Unless you heard a stutter-? [It's an easy enough tease, trying to pull Leo into giving in just a little. He trails his hand up to playfully pluck at the tails of his husband's mask.]
[Peter gets as far as "heard a-" before Leo's moving, bracing himself with both hands on either side of Peter's head. He rolls into him once, twice to test the angle before thrusting hard. It's been too long since they've gotten to have this, so his memory of Peter's better angles are fuzzy. But he can at least figure it out while he tries to see if he can make Peter make noise.]
[Now Peter is definitely stuttering, if he could even get words out. He gasps openly at the testing.
One hand stays anchored to Leo's mask tail, the other flounders to grab at his shell for some purchase. The hard thrust makes him cry out Leo's name before he bites the inside of his cheek to mildly stop himself.
He shifts enough to curl his legs around his husband's waist. Sure, he is trying to silence himself, but he's also encouraging Leo to keep going.]
[Oh anyone close by definitely heard that. People in meetings down the hall heard that. Leo smirks a little between gasps as he moves. It's good to hear even just that one sound from him, like how it used to be. But he manages to find a steady even pace with the weight behind his hips moving. Another breath, he lowers his head down by Peter's ear.]
[Now the whole base definitely knows what they disappeared to do. Peter is moaning, gasping as his spouse finds a steady rhythm. He's moving with Leo, actively meeting his thrusts.
The sound of Leo's plastron plates slapping against Peter's bare skin feels loud, obvious, especially paired with the noises Peter is making. He moves his hand along the more sensitive part of his husband's shell.]
I did- I did- [He wants to bite Leo very badly, but is more than a little distracted.]
[Leo groans against his husband's jaw. God, hearing Peter like this is is worth the looks they'll definitely get when they step into that meeting in a bit. Absolutely worth it. Too long since he's had his husband wrapped around him an-
Shit. Shit shit shit shit normally he lasts longer, but normally they're in a hurry with hands, sometimes a mouth, not this.
Leo takes a gasp of a breath, swallowing hard with a groan.]
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You feel so good. [He dips down to lap at Leo's cock.] I wish I could ride you right now. I want it.
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Nothing stopping you. [He's aware of their time, he's too aware that they can't just fully relax into this.]
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He makes eye contact, proving he's if anything consistent as he takes the head of Leo's member into his mouth.
Followed by deep throating him with no hesitation.]
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He wants that so badly. He wants all of Peter, he wants everything he wants now.]
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Logically he knows shouldn't, but being horny and wanting his husband was overriding his logic.]
Take off my pants.
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His eyes are wide and hungry, glancing at the door for a second before a nod.]
Yes, sir.
[And he'll use his clean hand to start working at his waistband, hooking his thumb and inching his pants down past his hips and watching his expression.]
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Peter is a nice shade of red, the color having crept up to the tips of his ears. He is panting openly now, trying to be quiet and struggling.
Once the pants are off, he's going to actively dislodge himself from Leo's hold to move himself over his husband's erect member. He maintains eye contact and slides onto Leo completely with no hesitation.]
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But as Peter moves, Leo's eyes follow his, maintaining that eye contact. He His hands squeeze Peter's sides tight as he slides down onto him, groaning in his throat trying to hold it back.]
Peter-
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He reaches his arms out to wrap his arms around Leo, trying to coax him into a kiss.
He wants to just enjoy this. He wants to pretend for just a bit longer they can have actual sex, not just quickies where they can steal it.]
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He moans a little into the kiss. He moves eagerly, excited to just have this.]
Mine, you're mine- [He gasps softly when the kiss breaks for air.]
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[He murmurs it against Peter's skin. Holding him close and rolling another thrust up into him. Maybe they can pretend a little longer, for their own sake.]
Long as you want.
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He has an order on his lips. He wants to drive his husband crazy. It's what they deserve.]
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He loops an arm around Leo's waist to pull them both back into the bed. Leo likely landing heavily on him. Peter manages to grab blankets in passing as well to pull over them for some semblance of cover as he tries to burrow into Leo to avoid making it that obvious they were having sex.
Leo is still buried in him, but neither of them have the time to disentangle from each other.]
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The door whishes open, a mousy dark haired man with thick round glasses stepping in reading from a clipboard-] -so at 1845 there's a check in from a scou-
[And he stops seeing the two of them. Then sees their pants scattered on the floor. And smells the room. His shoulders hunch up by his ears before he quickly turns around to face the door.]
So there's going to be a meeting in half an hour to discuss potential avenues of whatever the scout finds upon return and also to divvy up tomorrow's supplies if they make it without any interference and I'm leaving now.
[He disappears, the door closing with a whish slide again and Leo lays there watching. Before smiling.]
One way to cut out the chit chat.
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He laughs a little at his husband's words. His embarrassment easing somewhat.] So... You're telling me that we need to be pantsless more often?
[With the door closed, some privacy given again, he rocks a little into Leo. A very obvious sign he wants to keep going.]
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That was my natural state when we were younger, I dunno if you remember.
[Maybe they could do that some more. Get everyone back in the habit. He squeezes Peter's sides as he rolls up into him again before stopping and resting right there. Watching him.]
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He feels good, so good and Peter just wants this to last.
Then Leo just stops, Peter groans more openly now, just breathing heavily as he looks up at his spouse.] I want you to fuck me.
[That is definitely an order.]
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Leo flips them so Peter's on his back and Leo can prop himself up over him, trailing the tip of his snout along the edge of Peter's jaw.]
You want that? Really?
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I do. Unless you heard a stutter-? [It's an easy enough tease, trying to pull Leo into giving in just a little. He trails his hand up to playfully pluck at the tails of his husband's mask.]
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One hand stays anchored to Leo's mask tail, the other flounders to grab at his shell for some purchase. The hard thrust makes him cry out Leo's name before he bites the inside of his cheek to mildly stop himself.
He shifts enough to curl his legs around his husband's waist. Sure, he is trying to silence himself, but he's also encouraging Leo to keep going.]
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You wanted to be fucked, sir?
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The sound of Leo's plastron plates slapping against Peter's bare skin feels loud, obvious, especially paired with the noises Peter is making. He moves his hand along the more sensitive part of his husband's shell.]
I did- I did- [He wants to bite Leo very badly, but is more than a little distracted.]
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Shit. Shit shit shit shit normally he lasts longer, but normally they're in a hurry with hands, sometimes a mouth, not this.
Leo takes a gasp of a breath, swallowing hard with a groan.]
Don't be mad-
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