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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
[ text | voice | omen | action ]
cw: a little more nsfw lmaoooo Peter.... is stupid
Itβ 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 β 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 β cheeks flushing again as he barely suppresses a shuddery little moan. But it's... a lot, to be touched, after so long β 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'sβ 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 stillβ 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 )
cw: still nsfw but god, they're both ridiculous tbh lmao
And she's almost painfully aware of when his hands find her again; sliding a little further up her thighs, the shifting of fabric, thumbs pressing against her skin. The pressure of it making her squirm ever so slightly in his lap. It actually stops her from her kisses, uttering a shaky exhale β the soft voice of a moan mixed in with it. Sweet Merlin, it's terribly distracting. She has to take a moment to try and recollect herself. To not lose herself in that sensation since she's supposed to be focusing on him. But it's... not a distraction she minds.
She quickly tries to shake it from her when Peter finally brings himself to speak, wanting to focus on what he's saying: when I think about youβ but he trails off, unable to finish. Luna feels him startle slightly and she pulls back a little to check on him, eyebrows raised in silent questioning. The answer is there immediately and she breathes out a soft sound. Something hot and a little sticky against her fingers. For a brief moment, she actually wonders if Peter might have.... finished. Which would be quite... amazing, but she's sure she's not that good. But she does look down between them briefly and inhales with clarity, voicing a soft ah. She remembers this, with her own 'research'. It must be quite a normal thing then, she thinks.
But Peter's laughing, and she can't help but chuckle a little β as if the laughter between them reverberates from one to the other. In truth, it's... a bit ridiculous how bodies can be, really. They can be a little gross, perhaps. But she certainly doesn't find anything Peter's is currently doing to be gross. She pulls away to gaze down at him, amusement and affection in her smile before she shakes her head. ]
No, I don't think it's gross. [ She hums thoughtfully, pausing for a long moment before she dares herself into her next move. Her gaze lowers between them once more, lips purse briefly. Her thumb brushes pointedly against the tip of him, using it to help her as she continues to the slow, easy movements of her hand. ]
I think... messy, maybe? But I'm alright with a little messy. [ There's something impish in her eyes at that before she continues, her voice dropping low into a hushed whisper: ] And besides, it's... not just boys that getβ well, messy when they're aroused.
[ Her eyebrows raise slightly, if he catches her.... meaning. Yes, she knows that's not fair. That is incredibly terrible of her to say when he's currently in his position. And no, her hand still hasn't stopped from what it's doing β her hand slick but still allowing a little bit of friction with each stroke. She does have a very good pointβ! Bodies are messyβ! There is something good-natured in her with it all, despite the fact she's teasing him terribly.
Her head tilts to one side in curiosity. ]
So... 'when I think about you'β? You didn't quite finish.
cw: nsfw 5ever as dumb baby gains some confidence
But there is a moment when he pauses, heart giving a rapid series of beats in his chest when Luna looks down at him again, following his hesitation and realising the source of it β one of his hands still close to his mouth while the other stays still against her thigh for a moment. He's about to shyly laugh again when he feels her hand move, thumb brushing against him like that, making things feel a bit cool and wet against his very sensitive skin, and Peter's drawing in another soft, shuddery little sound, any hint of laughter stolen away very quickly, along with most of his capability to breathe.
Luna's next words certainly don't help him catch his breath any more easily (not that he's complaining in the least.)
'And besides, it's... not just boys that getβ well, messy when they're aroused.'
Peter blinks softly a few times, words catching in his throat as he gives another soft sound. Oh that is terribly unfair (again, he's absolutely not complaining), and he's swallowing hard for a moment. He... does know the surface facts of everything, but there's not been direct experience with it β which has, of course, left many things to the imagination, and Peter is now flushing deeply all over again with a kind of shy, awkward...... and pleased little smile on his face. Yes, he is... thinking about it right now.
But after a few moments, something sobers within him again, and with it, a quiet confidence that keeps blooming. Although all of this is so new and makes him so shy, it's... an honesty between them, and hearing Luna say what she does..... It does make him feel more confident in himself. Bold. Slowly, the boy lets both his hands return to their position at her thighs, keeping them still for a long moment before he very gently brushes his thumbs inwards a little bit more, smoothing them over the girl's legs and back, up close to the sides of her hipbone and then back down again, over and over. His fingers stay in place, spread out over her soft skin, while just his thumbs move up and down like that. )
When I think about you doing this, it's..... different ways. Sometimes slow. Sometimes faster. Sometimes gentle..... and sometimes not. ( His shy smile quirks a little through the husk of his voice, eyes catching hers with his own mischevious little glint. Yes, the implication of that is that he's thought about this many times, in many different ways.... )
I like slow right now.... so that it'll last for a long time. So I can feel everything. Feel you. And watch you.
( Peter's fingers continue to rub gently against Luna's thighs, slow, measured, and he begins to find something of a rhythm to it, even if it's very slow. One that matches the strokes of her hand, and his hips gently push against her again, slow but hungry. He gives a soft laugh that almost sounds more like a pleased sigh, eyes dark and wanting and fixed right on the girl. Part of this certainly is getting to watch Luna do what she's doing. )
You are..... unbelievably hot. I'm kind of worried I might not even be able to last long, honestly.
( Look, he'll be honest in return.... even if it's said with another soft little sound of amusement. But damn she is Everything, and his body is only continuing to react, the pulse of his heartbeat practically tangible up under his skin, and he can feel that his arousal's more now, everything hard and tight and aching in a dull, pleasant way. Peter's giving soft little pants here and there, soft sighs under his breath, and he gives his hips another yearning nudge to meet her strokes against him as he adds on, eyes half-lidded and taking her in just as hungrily as the rest of him isβ )
I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself.
( .....He isn't trying to fluster her, but that smile he's wearing is just slightly a little bit evil. Just a little bit teasing..... Maybe he does want to see what her face will look like at that. )
cw: nsfw bc he's not the only one π
And she's instantly pleased by what she hears. Her eyebrows raise in dreamy questioning, mischief in her own expression. Oh, he has thought about this quite a lot, hasn't he? She likes that, in a very specific way. To know how much he's been thinking about this, about her doing this to him. There's a soft sound, some kind of gleeful thrill in her with that. ]
... I suppose you don't have to just rely solely on your imagination anymore. [ Luna brushes a brief kiss against his mouth, almost as if in thanks for the answer. There's a playful smile, a bubble of humour in her throat. Well, not with this particular thing, at least. And... neither will she for that matter, either. ]
That's alright if you can't. [ Last long, she means. She doesn't mind. ] I just want to make sure you're enjoying it, that's the main thing.
[ It's said in earnest. That's probably the most important thing, that he does enjoy this β for how ever long he does last. And of course Luna can tell there's enjoyment from it with how his body reacts to her touch, but it's important to say it aloud, too. And well, this is the first time they're doing something like this. So it's alright if it doesn't last very long. It's all... quite a lot, isn't it? Or so she thinks. And then... maybe they can try this again another day, too. Maybe in... the other ways he mentioned. She's reminded of last year, how he'd had her pinned to the wall: the frenzied, heated kisses between them before he'd needed to pull away. He'd been waiting very patiently for kisses after bringing her all that fruit for her. She thinks maybe he's thinking something along those lines, that kind of energy.
There's not much time to dwell on it further. She's momentarily floored by what he says next. There's a little sound, some half-vocalised sound of surprise as she stares at him with wide eyes: I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself. She's flustered. She's very flustered, and so open in that feeling. Those are absolutely words that just came out of his mouth and she's flustered by them. Her mouth opening and then promptly closing, cheeks burning.
It certainly isn't an unpleasant thing, even if the little whine she next utters sounds almost pitiful, uttering his name under her breath. Oh, well that's not fair, is it? Well, she probably deserves it after what she'd said to him. And she's not really complaining, either. But it takes her a few long moments to try and find words. He'd like to watch her doing things to herself. How does one form words properly after hearing that? He's broken her a bit with that, just a little bit. In a very good way. ]
Wellβ [ She swallows thickly, uttering a soft sound of amusement. Her voice has risen in pitch a little, and somewhat hushed in reply. ] I do like the sound of that.
[ She does, very much so. And she very much enjoys this boldness from him, just as much as she does every other time he's like this. The teasing, the smiles, the hunger in him. How he seems to come alive even more with it. How she gets to see him at his most comfortable, enough to let the confidence in him blossom. It's quite a magical thing, she thinks. And in turn, she's emboldened by it, too. As if those words are a sort of encouragement for her to be bold in her own way. He wants to see her, watch her. Luna considers for a long moment, lips pursing briefly as she looks down between them, to what she's doing, then back up once more to meet that half-lidded, hungry gaze of his. ]
And.. I mean, it... [ Her head tilts to one side lazily. There's an idea behind her eyes, a faint glimmer of it. She sounds a little breathless. ] it only seems fair I give you a... demonstration, given that I technically have practiced already. So... maybe I could do that for you, at some point.
[ She bites down on her lip, the tiniest buzz of nervousness about her. This is forward, even for her β as honest and forward as she can often be. But even with that nervousness, there's so much want in her too. Want for him, for more, for what might come in the future. Her free hand moves slowly, down from where she's rested it to down in between them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she slowly draws it closer towards herself, gazing down at him with a soft, glossy look as it moves up between her legs, fingers brushing against the insides of her thighs. The fabric of her dress shifts with it, pulling back slightly as her fingers slowly meet her middle there β not actively touching but simply resting against herself. But even then, with her current state of being both aroused and flustered, it's enough to let her gasp shakily β that slight pressure of her hand held against herself.
Still, there's her own smile curling at the corners of her mouth soon after. Something quietly wicked. Even still, she hasn't stopped what her other hand's doing with him. Touching him like that with her other hand lightly pressed against herself, between her legs. Because he's not the only one who can tease. And it seems very imperative to help fuel that... very active imagination of his. It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it? ]
So you... might have an idea of what I might like.