[ juno slides fingers through his hair and almost instantly he hums in return, his own hands still working on slowly moving fabric out of the way. peter leaves about as many kisses as he does petals, and juno wasn't kidding when he'd said it was about to get just a touch more ridiculous. he doesn't move them, doesn't stir them however, lets them be with every breath as he makes his way down, mouth finding the tip of him to press a kiss just beneath the head of it.
peter is quiet a moment, barely hovering over him before reaching up behind his head and pressing on the hand against his hair, pushing at juno's fingers softly. the suggestion is silent, you could go a little harder if you wanted to.
especially with this part.
peter can't recall a time he cared as much as he does now (and there are maybe a handful of times that could come close but never as close as this, never breathing out flower petals like this, all of them too fast, quickly hurtling towards an endgame and a quick escape--far and few between, but enough that peter is thrilled at the chance to take his time on someone he wants, someone who's sent everything inside of him careening out into the open). this wasn't what he'd originally intended to happen the night he tried to procure the mask. in fact, he should have been systems away from here by now, but he doesn't want that anymore. doesn't want it nearly as much as he used to, not with juno laid out under him, both tense and trusting all at once, a combination that just seems to be his and his alone.
for once, he's wordless, and maybe he's done with words for the moment. peter looks up a moment before leaning in to take him in. it's not nearly as slow as each individual kiss, but peter's mouth makes an almost effortless glide to take between his lips, his own fingers drifting now to find juno's thighs and hold them with nails poised to press into his skin as he starts to move, alert to tension, to every sound juno might make, thumbs stroking along his skin. ]
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peter is quiet a moment, barely hovering over him before reaching up behind his head and pressing on the hand against his hair, pushing at juno's fingers softly. the suggestion is silent, you could go a little harder if you wanted to.
especially with this part.
peter can't recall a time he cared as much as he does now (and there are maybe a handful of times that could come close but never as close as this, never breathing out flower petals like this, all of them too fast, quickly hurtling towards an endgame and a quick escape--far and few between, but enough that peter is thrilled at the chance to take his time on someone he wants, someone who's sent everything inside of him careening out into the open). this wasn't what he'd originally intended to happen the night he tried to procure the mask. in fact, he should have been systems away from here by now, but he doesn't want that anymore. doesn't want it nearly as much as he used to, not with juno laid out under him, both tense and trusting all at once, a combination that just seems to be his and his alone.
for once, he's wordless, and maybe he's done with words for the moment. peter looks up a moment before leaning in to take him in. it's not nearly as slow as each individual kiss, but peter's mouth makes an almost effortless glide to take between his lips, his own fingers drifting now to find juno's thighs and hold them with nails poised to press into his skin as he starts to move, alert to tension, to every sound juno might make, thumbs stroking along his skin. ]