« Three, » ( Peter finishes with a grin as Luna hops to wrap around his waist and he's sliding her up the wall, and then he's laughing too as they struggle for a moment or two. This sort of thing looks so flawless in the movies; in real life, it's... a little bit wonky here and there (his head gently bumping hers a time or two), but the wall is a nice hard surface to keep her steady, and he finds if he pushes himself right up against her, with one knee slightly nudged forwards and his hands splayed down under her thighs, it's easy to support her like this.
And oh, this is something new: the same closeness as they often explore with each other, certainly Luna's legs have been wrapped around him before, but this is somewhere new entirely. Things feel different, her body feels different against his; his heart's pounding in his chest and ears as he stands there with his mouth pressed to the side of hers. That whimper exhales and Peter's swallowing, pleasantly dazed by her.
Then Luna's giving a slow movement of her hips, and Peter gasps quietly at the way the contact feels. His fingertips tighten against her as her legs wrap more firmly around him, locking him into place. She pleas in a way that threatens to drive him crazy, and he's immediately giving another soft exhale as he tilts his face into her neck, rolls his own hips up against her — slow and flush and careful as he feels her push back against the wall. The way it feels makes him give another little sound of his own. )
« Luna... » ( Her name is a thrum voiced in her mind, Peter finding himself some mix of contented and yet seeking more. There's a soft moan underlying his words, and he's opening his mouth against her neck, kissing wide and deep and hungry. ) « You feel so good. »
( It's not that he's completely forgotten about the demon. But while the thought of something of its own sentience inside of him while he's... making out with his girlfriend has routinely been a discomfort in itself, it's begun taking second place to another discomfort, over time. Which is the knowledge of the erratic nature of the thing, and to be so close to Luna — so physically close, if the demon were to have one of his moments of upset so suddenly, she could be.... hurt. Badly hurt. It's taken a long time for Peter to so comfortably be able to do this much with her, to press his mouth to hers like this, to exist with so little space between them, but he's developed a certain.... trust that the demon won't behave violently in the middle of their make-out sessions. Paimon does seem to... respect those times, and does also fear hurting Luna. Peter knows that.
And this is something they have done a lot of even without putting Paimon to "sleep". This making out, this... physical closeness. He's not quite worried about it right now; he knows Paimon won't lash out and hurt her. This isn't something that makes the demon upset.
Peter's rolling his hips against her again, and then again, slow but firm, kissing her neck with an increasing hunger, and a need for more. His head's filled with her, the way she feels and tastes and sounds, and the rolling motions are becoming firm rubbing movements up against her, feeling a pleasant heat blossoming from his belly, so warm and full of her but still seeking more. He's smiling inbetween his kisses, and giving soft gasps here and there, pleasantly dazed as he checks in on her. )
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And oh, this is something new: the same closeness as they often explore with each other, certainly Luna's legs have been wrapped around him before, but this is somewhere new entirely. Things feel different, her body feels different against his; his heart's pounding in his chest and ears as he stands there with his mouth pressed to the side of hers. That whimper exhales and Peter's swallowing, pleasantly dazed by her.
Then Luna's giving a slow movement of her hips, and Peter gasps quietly at the way the contact feels. His fingertips tighten against her as her legs wrap more firmly around him, locking him into place. She pleas in a way that threatens to drive him crazy, and he's immediately giving another soft exhale as he tilts his face into her neck, rolls his own hips up against her — slow and flush and careful as he feels her push back against the wall. The way it feels makes him give another little sound of his own. )
« Luna... » ( Her name is a thrum voiced in her mind, Peter finding himself some mix of contented and yet seeking more. There's a soft moan underlying his words, and he's opening his mouth against her neck, kissing wide and deep and hungry. ) « You feel so good. »
( It's not that he's completely forgotten about the demon. But while the thought of something of its own sentience inside of him while he's... making out with his girlfriend has routinely been a discomfort in itself, it's begun taking second place to another discomfort, over time. Which is the knowledge of the erratic nature of the thing, and to be so close to Luna — so physically close, if the demon were to have one of his moments of upset so suddenly, she could be.... hurt. Badly hurt. It's taken a long time for Peter to so comfortably be able to do this much with her, to press his mouth to hers like this, to exist with so little space between them, but he's developed a certain.... trust that the demon won't behave violently in the middle of their make-out sessions. Paimon does seem to... respect those times, and does also fear hurting Luna. Peter knows that.
And this is something they have done a lot of even without putting Paimon to "sleep". This making out, this... physical closeness. He's not quite worried about it right now; he knows Paimon won't lash out and hurt her. This isn't something that makes the demon upset.
Peter's rolling his hips against her again, and then again, slow but firm, kissing her neck with an increasing hunger, and a need for more. His head's filled with her, the way she feels and tastes and sounds, and the rolling motions are becoming firm rubbing movements up against her, feeling a pleasant heat blossoming from his belly, so warm and full of her but still seeking more. He's smiling inbetween his kisses, and giving soft gasps here and there, pleasantly dazed as he checks in on her. )
« Does this still feel good? »