( Peter watches the way his words — and actions — affect her, the familiar thrill of enjoying each other's reactions, of a mutual newness to all of this sort of thing, both of them learning it with each other. He loves seeing every flush of soft pink across Luna's cheeks, every flutter of eyes opening wider: loves seeing her look surprised and delighted and loved. That's always what's at the heart of it, his love for her — there in his eyes, so warm for Luna.
He catches that soft sound, the ghost of a whine, and Peter exhales softly, letting himself have every piece of this moment with her, letting himself feel the heat to his pulse, the pleasant staticy hum. It certainly isn't the first time he's felt that way, there's been so, so many times, time after time — but the prospect of what they're talking about, what's to come.... this is so new, too. His head's swimming and Luna's words catch hold, warm and thick and loving and— oh. It's Peter's turn to look gently surprised, to give a sound that borders a whine, something that comes from deep in his throat and flutters up from within it. She thinks about him, touching her, when she's alone—
His ears flush again, but despite his shyness, he's not shying away from any of it, biting down gently on his lip for a moment, not hiding the smile that creeps up. She likes to think about him— He's absolutely melting all over again beneath her, pleasantly stunned by it all, and feeling his body react to the words alone seconds before her hands slowly start to move downwards again. Peter gives another soft sound, though it's— a little louder this time, and another shudder ripples through him. Not the frightening kind he knows so well and can never be used to, no hints to quiet ghosts growing louder. His body is only his for this moment, and every shudder and ripple belongs to her, and everything feels so good that he almost can't believe it's real.
Then he's feeling the light pressure of fingertips against him, and Peter gasps softly with a wave of dizzy heat, can't stop the slight movement of his hips in response. Oh — it's so soft but so much, even that gentle pressure of her fingertips finding him. He hears her words through the thuds of his own heart in his eardrums, slowly moves his hands back around from her to rest at her waist for now, tightening, a gentle firmness. The softest nod accompanies it, and a breathless sigh; he feels himself tightening a little, body so sensitive to her, to being touched at all in ways it hasn't been. )
You too. ( Peter whispers, eyes rolling up to find hers, holding onto those familiar rainy-day greys. ) If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay.
( He's just as aware how new this is for her, and how exploratory — to be touching someone in intimate ways, to learn how things are, feel, and there's no pressure at any point of this to keep going. )
But it feels good. You can.... touch harder, if you want. It feels good.
( Even through the material of his clothing, a fact that's probably obvious by the reaction he's having to her, the way his clothing is becoming a little tighter, fuller. He's not... completely affected, just yet — but definitely affected, his body certainly extremely aware of her. There's no rush, though, everything can be slow and warm and comfortable. He gives another soft sound, swallows gently. Smiles, up at her. )
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He catches that soft sound, the ghost of a whine, and Peter exhales softly, letting himself have every piece of this moment with her, letting himself feel the heat to his pulse, the pleasant staticy hum. It certainly isn't the first time he's felt that way, there's been so, so many times, time after time — but the prospect of what they're talking about, what's to come.... this is so new, too. His head's swimming and Luna's words catch hold, warm and thick and loving and— oh. It's Peter's turn to look gently surprised, to give a sound that borders a whine, something that comes from deep in his throat and flutters up from within it. She thinks about him, touching her, when she's alone—
His ears flush again, but despite his shyness, he's not shying away from any of it, biting down gently on his lip for a moment, not hiding the smile that creeps up. She likes to think about him— He's absolutely melting all over again beneath her, pleasantly stunned by it all, and feeling his body react to the words alone seconds before her hands slowly start to move downwards again. Peter gives another soft sound, though it's— a little louder this time, and another shudder ripples through him. Not the frightening kind he knows so well and can never be used to, no hints to quiet ghosts growing louder. His body is only his for this moment, and every shudder and ripple belongs to her, and everything feels so good that he almost can't believe it's real.
Then he's feeling the light pressure of fingertips against him, and Peter gasps softly with a wave of dizzy heat, can't stop the slight movement of his hips in response. Oh — it's so soft but so much, even that gentle pressure of her fingertips finding him. He hears her words through the thuds of his own heart in his eardrums, slowly moves his hands back around from her to rest at her waist for now, tightening, a gentle firmness. The softest nod accompanies it, and a breathless sigh; he feels himself tightening a little, body so sensitive to her, to being touched at all in ways it hasn't been. )
You too. ( Peter whispers, eyes rolling up to find hers, holding onto those familiar rainy-day greys. ) If you want to— stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay.
( He's just as aware how new this is for her, and how exploratory — to be touching someone in intimate ways, to learn how things are, feel, and there's no pressure at any point of this to keep going. )
But it feels good. You can.... touch harder, if you want. It feels good.
( Even through the material of his clothing, a fact that's probably obvious by the reaction he's having to her, the way his clothing is becoming a little tighter, fuller. He's not... completely affected, just yet — but definitely affected, his body certainly extremely aware of her. There's no rush, though, everything can be slow and warm and comfortable. He gives another soft sound, swallows gently. Smiles, up at her. )