[ He looks down to see if he can catch a glimpse of the slickness between his fingers, but then he's begun slipping them just too far in... like it's second nature. With every intention of starting slow, Peter's entry is gradual. Meticulous. Wanting to fill her first, waiting till her folds touch the base of his two fingers before he curls them, applies pressure, tilts his wrist-- the works. All he can achieve from this position, short of pummeling away at her walls. For now, he wants to reacquaint her with his touch. ]
...Sticky fingers and all.
[ Not that his wallcrawling tendencies will prove a hazard to their intimacy. Not to the touches they exchange as Peter feels her up from the inside, and Felicia feels him up from the outside. Her hand wrapped around his cock, teasing his tip to provoke some pre out of his intensifying arousal. There's nothing further for him to hide, cock upright to its fullest extent, utterly beholden to Felicia's ministrations - her just pawing away at it to her liking.
With the way Felicia soon positions herself, Peter lets his fingers escape from between her legs, planting a moistened hand on the couch cushion beside him. ]
The last mess would've made Anti-Venom blush, just saying.
[ Get it? Because he's all white and gooey and-- /shot
As if to recover from the egregiousness of such a joke, Peter finds other uses for his hands while Felicia mounts him. The time spent gauging her wetness, appraising her from the inside to better put her in the mood, is well worth it. A task he can always resume later, as his hands instead roam her bare body. Starting with the places easiest to reach, like her sides, Peter's caresses travel to her back, her shoulder blades, then around to her chest. It's like they come home to settle down when they each cup her breasts, cradling them with a careful affection as his thumbs stroke each nipple. With his hands coarse and callous from his acrobatic escapades, there's a roughness to Peter's touch that might offer a titillating friction. Something rather different from the smoothness of his entry prior, when slickened with the wetness of Felicia's arousal. ]
I'm happy to just... touch you, okay? But tell me what you want.
What you really, really want.
[ Now he just wants to make her laugh during sex, it seems. Less driven by anxiety and more... by hearing the sound of Felicia's laughter. Of watching her smile, even and especially when it's a Peter you idiot kind of look. It's something he can always stand to see more of-- something he can't get enough of. ]
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[ He looks down to see if he can catch a glimpse of the slickness between his fingers, but then he's begun slipping them just too far in... like it's second nature. With every intention of starting slow, Peter's entry is gradual. Meticulous. Wanting to fill her first, waiting till her folds touch the base of his two fingers before he curls them, applies pressure, tilts his wrist-- the works. All he can achieve from this position, short of pummeling away at her walls. For now, he wants to reacquaint her with his touch. ]
...Sticky fingers and all.
[ Not that his wallcrawling tendencies will prove a hazard to their intimacy. Not to the touches they exchange as Peter feels her up from the inside, and Felicia feels him up from the outside. Her hand wrapped around his cock, teasing his tip to provoke some pre out of his intensifying arousal. There's nothing further for him to hide, cock upright to its fullest extent, utterly beholden to Felicia's ministrations - her just pawing away at it to her liking.
With the way Felicia soon positions herself, Peter lets his fingers escape from between her legs, planting a moistened hand on the couch cushion beside him. ]
The last mess would've made Anti-Venom blush, just saying.
[ Get it? Because he's all white and gooey and-- /shot
As if to recover from the egregiousness of such a joke, Peter finds other uses for his hands while Felicia mounts him. The time spent gauging her wetness, appraising her from the inside to better put her in the mood, is well worth it. A task he can always resume later, as his hands instead roam her bare body. Starting with the places easiest to reach, like her sides, Peter's caresses travel to her back, her shoulder blades, then around to her chest. It's like they come home to settle down when they each cup her breasts, cradling them with a careful affection as his thumbs stroke each nipple. With his hands coarse and callous from his acrobatic escapades, there's a roughness to Peter's touch that might offer a titillating friction. Something rather different from the smoothness of his entry prior, when slickened with the wetness of Felicia's arousal. ]
I'm happy to just... touch you, okay? But tell me what you want.
What you really, really want.
[ Now he just wants to make her laugh during sex, it seems. Less driven by anxiety and more... by hearing the sound of Felicia's laughter. Of watching her smile, even and especially when it's a Peter you idiot kind of look. It's something he can always stand to see more of-- something he can't get enough of. ]