[Fuck that reaction. He buries his face into the crook of Peter's neck, still moving but a little less intensely. Just whatever he can to last but it's difficult to try and draw it out further.]
I-it's been a while, okay- [C'mon c'mon just a little longer-]
No, no, it's- it's okay. [Peter offers quickly, trying to slide back into some semblance of present and reassuring.] Next time we can go longer, okay? We've been- drawing it out longer anyway.
[He's briefly disappointed, but isn't about to let Leo know that. It honestly isn't a big deal to Peter. Sometimes things just turn out this way. He draws a hand back up to rub against the back of Leo's neck reassuringly.]
[It's not okay, not really. The first time they get to properly fool around and he just - ugh.
Shit- Peter's tone easing him back down grounds him again, enough awareness to pull out quick as Leo finishes with a groan of his husband's name. He's breathless from the exertion and Peter's hands on him but he stares down at Peter. Then buries his face against him as he gets his breathing under control again.
It only takes a little shifting to replace the girth of his member with his fingers, fully intent to work Peter to the end here.]
[Peter hums a little, aware the vibrations are comforting to Leo as much as his presence is. He's relaxed under his husband's weight, just keeping his touches light. He doesn't want to overstimulate Leo.
If they had more time, they could try for something a little more. Right now, this is more than they've had in a long time.
He groans a little at the feeling of Leo's fingers sliding into him. The thick digits make the brunette roll his hips.]
[It is comforting. It's comforting as he curls his fingertips up into him and putting the lightest pressure against him.
But he's embarrassed in a way he usually isn't. So much so he decides he doesn't want to be touched, not like that right now. So he kisses Peter's shoulder before sliding down to start mouthing at him, working his fingers in and out firmly, intentionally.]
[He groans a little at the light pressure, arching into the feeling.
Peter wants to reassure Leo, but doesn't want to... overdo it either. He can already tell how bothered by this his husband is by how quiet he is. Normally, neither of them can stay quiet for very long.
He whines softly at the feeling of Leo's mouth moving across his body. The firm movement of his fingers. He spreads his legs apart wider for his spouse.]
Leo- Leo- [He pants his husbands name encouragingly.]
[He hums against Peter while he sucks him off, flicking his tongue once over him, twice after a couple breaths. When Peter spreads a little more, Leo starts bobbing in rhythm with his fingers, mouthing at him harder and slower as he pulls away and leans back in.
[The attention to his clit makes Peter start to shift into being louder. He wants to touch his husband but focuses on pressing the butt of his palm against his mouth to try and stay quiet.]
It feels- [He moans a bit more loudly. His legs shake slightly, heels digging into the sheets on their bed.] Good- so, so good.
[The noise is encouraging. Same as the words that follow, His eyes flick up to what he can see of Peter's face before back down to what he's doing, closes them and gives a little trill letting the vibrations go through to Peter. He wants this, he wants to help Peter finish even if this is a little anticlimactic. He focuses on that, angling his fingers pulling out and pushing back in.]
[The encouragement make it easy to keep up the motions. Fingers sliding deftly out and pushing back in the same time Leo leans in to mouth pressure against him. He lets his teeth just barely graze over his skin. He can feel Peter starting to squeeze around him through the slick and hums his own encouragement back, urging him on.]
[Peter whines a little, rocking into Leo's fingers. He's so close, he's trying to just get there. Peter is more impatient and frustrated with himself that he can't just get there. He wants to cum already.
They only have so much time for this. He doesn't blame Leo for finishing early. They weren't supposed to linger in the first place.
He's the one making this longer than it should be.
He groans Leo's name. The graze of teeth is like another shock to the system that makes him shake.]
[Come on, come on, he urges in his own mind. He wants to see Peter undone, he wants to see Peter coming apart at the seams. Leo gives the barest, lightest bite at Peter's skin before giving way to sucking at his clit again as he presses his fingers harder in him. Just a little more, he can almost feel it at his fingertips-]
[Frustrated tears rise to the surface. The anger is squarely aimed at himself as he bites the inside of his cheek.
A tight knot of frustration forms in his chest as he moans. Leo can likely feel Peter starting to tense up, taut like a bow string pulled to its limit.
Leo's ministrations are a distraction enough that he can't dwell for too long. The bite pulls him firmly back into the moment.
Peter whines again at the bite. Leo's mouth settled over his clit to suck at it. He arches into that along with the harder movement of Leo's fingers.
Just as the frustration feels like it's going to boil over, Peter finally cums. It is a relief. A release where he finally sags back into the bed, almost boneless as his orgasm rocks through him.
He is unintentionally very loud because of that relief. Not that he notices in the moment. His husband's name is on his lips, and anyone can guess what they're up to.]
[Thank god. Leonardo lingers where he is, lips pressed against him before gently pulling away, fingers still working the last of the orgasm loose from Peter. Leo kisses the inside of his thigh and then shifts to lay next to him, nosing a little at his shoulder.]
I've got you. [He sees what's left of those tears and wraps arms around him. Happy to hold him, happy to get that release. Who cares right now who heard them? It's the holidays and they're ...They should be allowed to be people occasionally.]
[Peter is relieved to just hold onto his husband, releasing a shaky kind of breath as the two lay together.
An apology is stuck in the back of his throat, but Peter manages to stop himself. He just wraps his arms around Leo. He coaxes his fingers along Leo's shell idly.]
[He kisses Peter's shoulder and leaves his mouth there for a few breaths. Soaking him in.]
How about this. I promise you, Pizza Supreme in the Sky, that after this meeting, nothing else tonight unless the base goes under attack. Just you and me.
[Peter tenses against his husband, making a face before calling out. The ease, very content Peter is replaced by Commander Parker. His voice shifting just enough to be commanding.]
We'll be out in just a minute! We haven't forgotten the meeting. Don't come in.
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I-it's been a while, okay- [C'mon c'mon just a little longer-]
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[He's briefly disappointed, but isn't about to let Leo know that. It honestly isn't a big deal to Peter. Sometimes things just turn out this way. He draws a hand back up to rub against the back of Leo's neck reassuringly.]
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Shit- Peter's tone easing him back down grounds him again, enough awareness to pull out quick as Leo finishes with a groan of his husband's name. He's breathless from the exertion and Peter's hands on him but he stares down at Peter. Then buries his face against him as he gets his breathing under control again.
It only takes a little shifting to replace the girth of his member with his fingers, fully intent to work Peter to the end here.]
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If they had more time, they could try for something a little more. Right now, this is more than they've had in a long time.
He groans a little at the feeling of Leo's fingers sliding into him. The thick digits make the brunette roll his hips.]
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But he's embarrassed in a way he usually isn't. So much so he decides he doesn't want to be touched, not like that right now. So he kisses Peter's shoulder before sliding down to start mouthing at him, working his fingers in and out firmly, intentionally.]
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Peter wants to reassure Leo, but doesn't want to... overdo it either. He can already tell how bothered by this his husband is by how quiet he is. Normally, neither of them can stay quiet for very long.
He whines softly at the feeling of Leo's mouth moving across his body. The firm movement of his fingers. He spreads his legs apart wider for his spouse.]
Leo- Leo- [He pants his husbands name encouragingly.]
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He's going to do this much at least.]
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It feels- [He moans a bit more loudly. His legs shake slightly, heels digging into the sheets on their bed.] Good- so, so good.
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He was already very wet when they started fooling around. Leo's harder thrusts from earlier and attention now is definitely working him over.]
Getting there. I'm- [He breathes out a gusty exhale.]
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They only have so much time for this. He doesn't blame Leo for finishing early. They weren't supposed to linger in the first place.
He's the one making this longer than it should be.
He groans Leo's name. The graze of teeth is like another shock to the system that makes him shake.]
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A tight knot of frustration forms in his chest as he moans. Leo can likely feel Peter starting to tense up, taut like a bow string pulled to its limit.
Leo's ministrations are a distraction enough that he can't dwell for too long. The bite pulls him firmly back into the moment.
Peter whines again at the bite. Leo's mouth settled over his clit to suck at it. He arches into that along with the harder movement of Leo's fingers.
Just as the frustration feels like it's going to boil over, Peter finally cums. It is a relief. A release where he finally sags back into the bed, almost boneless as his orgasm rocks through him.
He is unintentionally very loud because of that relief. Not that he notices in the moment. His husband's name is on his lips, and anyone can guess what they're up to.]
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I've got you. [He sees what's left of those tears and wraps arms around him. Happy to hold him, happy to get that release. Who cares right now who heard them? It's the holidays and they're ...They should be allowed to be people occasionally.]
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An apology is stuck in the back of his throat, but Peter manages to stop himself. He just wraps his arms around Leo. He coaxes his fingers along Leo's shell idly.]
I wish you could stay with me, a little longer.
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[He kisses Peter's shoulder and leaves his mouth there for a few breaths. Soaking him in.]
How about this. I promise you, Pizza Supreme in the Sky, that after this meeting, nothing else tonight unless the base goes under attack. Just you and me.
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But its greedy, selfish. He doesn't deserve to be that selfish. He closes his eyes tightly, wanting to just stay like this.]
I want that, but... can we make it work?
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I made the potatoes happen. I can make that happen. Just believe in me for another miracle, hm?
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Good. Just trust me.
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Then someone knocks loudly on the door.]
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We'll be out in just a minute! We haven't forgotten the meeting. Don't come in.
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But better to get all of this out of the way now so he can make good on his promise later tonight.]
We should get going. [It's clear by his tone it's the last thing he wants to do.]
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He begins zipping up the front of his suit. They had gotten his bottoms off, but the top had been haphazardly hanging off of him.]
Yeah, we should.
[He pushes off the bed to get his pants back on.]
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