[ he hums a laugh into his skin, pressing his thumb into the slowly forming welt he leaves behind. there's a satisfaction in that. yes, he most certainly did tell juno to ease up, but the laughter earned from the surprise of it has him smiling more, gliding fingers up to slowly trace and curl into his skin. truth is, he can't get enough of touching him. leisurely, tracing circles against his chest with a slender finger, pressing his head into juno's hand: ]

If you'd prefer that I ruin your pretty little neck, I can do that too. I've a lot of teeth and we've a lot of time.

[ it's true, maybe, that peter is far chattier than most, but it's what he loves, adjusting tonality, choosing words and phrases, feeling the raise of hair at the nape of a neck and the prickle of goosebumps all along bare skin. he leans up, taking juno's hand with him, moving again because if he can't be everywhere at once then what's the point? all of juno deserves his attention, every bit. his mouth comes to rest poised in a dangerous little smile against his pulse, thigh pushed in against where he'd poured all his attentions previously. he kisses, the barest scrape of teeth, affectionate and wanting as the warmth between his own legs pressing against the fabric of his trousers still

he's not very shy, pressing himself against juno as he purrs. ]

Does the lady like to kiss and tell, hm? Should I give him a souvenir to show off to everyone else? [ he makes me dumb with love, peter decides, laying here with their collective of pretty little flowers and soft breaths. ]