[Ah-haa. So he's not the only one with sharp teeth around here. Molly so rarely gets to be on the other end of that, and he has to say... Very into it. One doesn't embrace the powers he has without being just a bit into pain... Not that there's very many things he's not into. Aphro dust maybe on the short list if it wasn't advertised on the menu, but it sure as sunshine isn't bothering him anymore.
He pulls his fingers away from Peter's head with much trepidation but musses his hair as he slides away, stretching his arms over his head so he can arch his back just a little bit more, still grinding his knee against Peter's groin in time with the kisses, while his stomach quivers in anticipation, and he eventually has to just throw off his shirt completely, and return his hands to Peter's hair to gently guide him down to the other scars, the nicks that look like awkwardly placed hatchmarks on a madman's prison alongside larger, more puckered wounds from arrows and tridents. Down, down...]
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He pulls his fingers away from Peter's head with much trepidation but musses his hair as he slides away, stretching his arms over his head so he can arch his back just a little bit more, still grinding his knee against Peter's groin in time with the kisses, while his stomach quivers in anticipation, and he eventually has to just throw off his shirt completely, and return his hands to Peter's hair to gently guide him down to the other scars, the nicks that look like awkwardly placed hatchmarks on a madman's prison alongside larger, more puckered wounds from arrows and tridents. Down, down...]