( There's a soft sound as Luna's kisses move to his jaw and then neck, little gestures trickling down against his throat. Peter's loose and draped against the sofa cushions, body limp and comfortable, although there's a soft tension when Luna's fingers undo buttons, unable to help his back arching inwards just a little with a quiet hitch of breath — one that turns into a louder gasp when the girl finds him, and Peter's hands momentarily leave her sides, sliding back and down on either side of himself, curling inwards against the sofa beneath him more tightly. Oh— he breathes out a softer sound, the echo of a laugh, something both startled and pleased, pupils blossoming darker.

It— feels so different than he imagined, real and not fantasy, Luna's fingers cool to the touch against him, but pleasantly so; he likes the way it feels, secure. His own heart's pounding just as much, and he's sitting very still, almost as though afraid to move — but his eyes slowly lower to watch her, seeing the way his girlfriend's looking downwards for that moment, at him. Peter's immediately flushed all over again, shy and nervous and pleased, a whirlwind of emotions (he.... realises he quite likes watching her watch him.....)

A feeling that only amplifies as he witnesses Luna smiling like that.... Oh. Ohhhhh, man. He feels himself react to that, feels his body give movements against her hand, little twitches, jumps — cheeks flushing again as he barely suppresses a shuddery little moan. But it's... a lot, to be touched, after so long — it's almost surreal, almost overwhelming, except Luna never could be and she keeps it from ever feeling that way, with her slow gentleness, with her warm, loving smiles, with her assurances. ...His body's certainly thrilled by all of it, not shy at all to react, and Peter's swallowing as Luna starts kissing him again, unable to even think about suppressing the tremour that ripples right through him, almost violently.

His fingers are curling harder into the sofa, but then he lets them find her again, nudging gently up under the sides of her dress and over Luna's thighs, thumbs gently pressing inwards as he gives a long, slow exhale outwards. God, she feels so good, and that coupled with the things she's saying....... When Peter's finally able to speak again, it comes out slightly hoarse, and he has to clear his throat softly. )

When I think about you..... ( .........He's thought about her doing lots of things, admittedly, things that they definitely aren't delving into just yet, and yes it's a very good thing that mental pictures don't transfer through their link, because a few of those do flicker through his memory, and Peter flushes again. Feels himself reacting in new ways, something's— oh. He startles a little, eyes dropping back downwards to look at himself, and although it's hard to see from here, it's...... He's definitely a bit leaky. ...Pretty leaky, actually. He knows what this... is... (it sounds so crude to voice aloud, so he doesn't, fucking pre-cum, who made up that word??) but it's still— hopefully this isn't gross for her. His brows lift, and he gives another hapless, shy little laugh, embarrassed around one of the edges, amused around the other. )

....Sorry. I'm. Um. This feels really good. ( .....Clearly. And he's about to try and answer again, but the rush of nervous energy bubbles up in him again and Peter's suddenly clasping a hand against his mouth, gently. Laughing a little bit against it, tickled and embarrassed all in a pleasant, shy haze. )

I'm sorry. Oh my god. This is probably a little gross, right...? It's okay if you think it is.

( Peter calling yourself gross is probably not the best way to keep a sexy mood )