( Peter's mouth parts against hers for that soft kiss, heart beating harder in response, a mixture of wanting more and yet being so wonderfully satisfied with the slow, intentional pace of it all. Sometimes it's easy to feel like his time is... limited (in all ways, really), but even when it comes to things like his intimacy with Luna.... it can feel like there's a timer on it, if he lets himself think that way. It's not that he ever rushes through it, just that he knows he has to share himself with the other thing, inevitably. Paimon does give them plenty of alone time, but it's just.... nice, different, to have been secured an entire day. There's a safety to it; Peter can relax.
And so despite the rising tension in him, the quickening pulse of his heart, there's something so comfortable to everything. Luna's fingers press against him a little more firmly and his eyes are fluttering again, almost closing for a moment as a soft, shuddery exhale escapes him breathlessly. He's listening, though, fingers slowly pressing inwards against her sides, something progressively more needy, legs shifting a little wider as his body opens itself more for her.
Curious, when she was a boy last year..... Peter's hazy eyes open back up at that, stunned for a brief moment, and then a tickled laugh bubbling out of him, grinning up at her. )
Oh my god.... You did research on...... Of course you did.
( Through his amusement, there's fondness, warm and practically dripping from him like honey, and it makes him love her so much — as bizarre as all of it is in this place, Luna becoming a boy, through it all, that familiarity..... Of course Luna would take that as a learning opportunity; it's so completely her. And that she had him in mind...
His fond, warm laughter quiets, and he's smiling up at the girl for a few long moments still, before it slowly sobers again, and he's happily indulging in those kisses with her, slow and open-mouthed and lingering, and he feels himself slowly pushing back a little against those gestures of her hand — cautious, experimental at first, and part of him doesn't want to let himself get... too worked up, too fast. It tends to happen when he's with her, as neglected as Peter's body is.... but here and now, he gauges himself, gently moving his hips very slowly to push the soft swell of himself against her hand, never too hard or fast, giving ragged little breaths against the corner of her mouth.
When she pulls away, Peter gives another soft sound, taking a moment to catch the breath he hasn't quite lost, but has been demanding more from him, looking dreamlike up at Luna. His heart's a fluttering thing, dizzied and buzzing. His eyes slowly move down to her hand, hungry and shy and knowing what he wants — gaze lifting to return to her face. )
I want you to. Show me what you learned~.
( He gives a little grin again, amused and delighted and playful all over again for a brief moment — that familiar, comfortable amusement between them — but then it's quietly fading into something more serious again, and his mouth parts as his head tilts back more against the plush back of the sofa, exposing more of his slender throat, body revealing itself to her, inviting. )
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And so despite the rising tension in him, the quickening pulse of his heart, there's something so comfortable to everything. Luna's fingers press against him a little more firmly and his eyes are fluttering again, almost closing for a moment as a soft, shuddery exhale escapes him breathlessly. He's listening, though, fingers slowly pressing inwards against her sides, something progressively more needy, legs shifting a little wider as his body opens itself more for her.
Curious, when she was a boy last year..... Peter's hazy eyes open back up at that, stunned for a brief moment, and then a tickled laugh bubbling out of him, grinning up at her. )
Oh my god.... You did research on...... Of course you did.
( Through his amusement, there's fondness, warm and practically dripping from him like honey, and it makes him love her so much — as bizarre as all of it is in this place, Luna becoming a boy, through it all, that familiarity..... Of course Luna would take that as a learning opportunity; it's so completely her. And that she had him in mind...
His fond, warm laughter quiets, and he's smiling up at the girl for a few long moments still, before it slowly sobers again, and he's happily indulging in those kisses with her, slow and open-mouthed and lingering, and he feels himself slowly pushing back a little against those gestures of her hand — cautious, experimental at first, and part of him doesn't want to let himself get... too worked up, too fast. It tends to happen when he's with her, as neglected as Peter's body is.... but here and now, he gauges himself, gently moving his hips very slowly to push the soft swell of himself against her hand, never too hard or fast, giving ragged little breaths against the corner of her mouth.
When she pulls away, Peter gives another soft sound, taking a moment to catch the breath he hasn't quite lost, but has been demanding more from him, looking dreamlike up at Luna. His heart's a fluttering thing, dizzied and buzzing. His eyes slowly move down to her hand, hungry and shy and knowing what he wants — gaze lifting to return to her face. )
I want you to. Show me what you learned~.
( He gives a little grin again, amused and delighted and playful all over again for a brief moment — that familiar, comfortable amusement between them — but then
it's quietly fading into something more serious again, and his mouth parts as his head tilts back more against the plush back of the sofa, exposing more of his slender throat, body revealing itself to her, inviting. )
Please touch me.