( There's another soft hum as Luna moves slowly, Peter's smile languid-warm. With a flush as she adds that next part β 'and what that tends to lead to'; no matter how many times he's with Luna like this, she makes him feel those shy, pleasant nerves all over again.
And their relationship has grown, he thinks, even if it may seem to be such small steps. Since that talk all those months ago, Peter has gotten more comfortable with certain things, with allowing himself to relax into a moment that goes a bit beyond where they usually would β exploring more of the physically intimate side to their relationship. Kisses that sometimes lead to new places, to little moans and Luna's hands tight in his hair.
It is true that he's still.... holding himself back in ways, but being with her in any ways that he has been... it's helped. There's a confidence that's slowly blossomed, something that comes from the happiness of making the person that he loves feel good. It involves trusting himself just as much β Luna wrapped around his body so close, the harsh edges of the fear of himself slowly softening over time. She trusts him enough to have him so close, to let him make her feel good in new ways.
Peter's leaning up into the kisses, taking his time with them as his heart beats heavy and slow, until Luna parts for a moment and he's looking hazily up at her. Try something new...? There's a quirk at his mouth, curious and playful, before Luna says what she does and the boy's mouth parts just a little, giving a soft exhale as he stares up to her face, the flush to her pale cheeks. Peter's visibly surprised, but not in a frightened way β it's a soft and slow surprise and not one that steals him out of the moment, thumbpads still giving little circular rubs to her thighs.
His heart's giving a flutter, Peter swallowing softly as he looks up at her. It's not a concept that's out of nowhere; he remembers touching on it so shyly, too. The idea of... getting more in touch with himself. But over the months that followed, Peter shirked from his body again; the cocoon business and.... everything that came after hasn't helped. The process of recovering from what November revealed has been... strange. But... as time slowly passes and in the moments where it's just the two of them, it'd be a lie to say that similar types of thoughts haven't flittered across his mind again, making him blush harder sometimes when he and Luna are close, thoughts that he'd just quietly swallow down to himself. )
Something like thatβ you really want to do? Because you don't have to. It's... everything's okay. It's still enough, more than enough.
( He doesn't want her to feel like things have to be "equal", like he feels lacking somehow. It's definitely not like that; Peter enjoys everything just as much. He's happy. )
...Not that I haven't been thinking about... things like that. ( He adds with a soft, shy smile. Because he... certainly has, and.... he'd like to let her know that, too. )
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And their relationship has grown, he thinks, even if it may seem to be such small steps. Since that talk all those months ago, Peter has gotten more comfortable with certain things, with allowing himself to relax into a moment that goes a bit beyond where they usually would β exploring more of the physically intimate side to their relationship. Kisses that sometimes lead to new places, to little moans and Luna's hands tight in his hair.
It is true that he's still.... holding himself back in ways, but being with her in any ways that he has been... it's helped. There's a confidence that's slowly blossomed, something that comes from the happiness of making the person that he loves feel good. It involves trusting himself just as much β Luna wrapped around his body so close, the harsh edges of the fear of himself slowly softening over time. She trusts him enough to have him so close, to let him make her feel good in new ways.
Peter's leaning up into the kisses, taking his time with them as his heart beats heavy and slow, until Luna parts for a moment and he's looking hazily up at her. Try something new...? There's a quirk at his mouth, curious and playful, before Luna says what she does and the boy's mouth parts just a little, giving a soft exhale as he stares up to her face, the flush to her pale cheeks. Peter's visibly surprised, but not in a frightened way β it's a soft and slow surprise and not one that steals him out of the moment, thumbpads still giving little circular rubs to her thighs.
His heart's giving a flutter, Peter swallowing softly as he looks up at her. It's not a concept that's out of nowhere; he remembers touching on it so shyly, too. The idea of... getting more in touch with himself. But over the months that followed, Peter shirked from his body again; the cocoon business and.... everything that came after hasn't helped. The process of recovering from what November revealed has been... strange. But... as time slowly passes and in the moments where it's just the two of them, it'd be a lie to say that similar types of thoughts haven't flittered across his mind again, making him blush harder sometimes when he and Luna are close, thoughts that he'd just quietly swallow down to himself. )
Something like thatβ you really want to do? Because you don't have to. It's... everything's okay. It's still enough, more than enough.
( He doesn't want her to feel like things have to be "equal", like he feels lacking somehow. It's definitely not like that; Peter enjoys everything just as much. He's happy. )
...Not that I haven't been thinking about... things like that. ( He adds with a soft, shy smile. Because he... certainly has, and.... he'd like to let her know that, too. )