stilettoes: ➝ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏᴇs (xvi.)
𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒗 ([personal profile] stilettoes) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2017-11-13 02:33 pm (UTC)

[ the hands cupping his face are enough to drop peter's jaw a little, the touch tender enough that it makes him press inside of him and hold desperately onto that moment of mid-thrust, reveling in the fever they've made between their bodies. his breath comes in soft gasps, leaning in to take juno's mouth with his own in a kiss that's more breath than contact. ]

Oh, Juno...

[ soothing, low, warm. peter can feel the heat building almost painfully, but teetering on that edge is perfection and something peter lets out a soft cry for because he's in love and it makes his chest swell painfully at the thought. another kiss, a touch of his nose to the faint scar on the bridge of juno's a warm smile that's giddy with sensation. the words are a whisper as he brings hands up to rest atop juno's knuckles. ]

You've had me... you have me...

[ soft, sweet, breathless and full of petals as his hips roll forward encouragingly, a soft push down a steep slope to embrace a rush before it gets too far from the both of them. he takes juno's hands now and slides them into his own, pinning his arms up over his head and driving forward in a sweeping motion. ]

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