[ the first bite comes as a surprise — a pleasant surprise, to be sure — pulling a gasp and a breathy sort of laugh. it's becoming evidently clear that quentin likes to bite... and well, peter ain't mad about it. ]
Mm, [ he hums his response, warm acknowledgement as he leans into every scrape and pinch of quentin's teeth, careful to keep the bruise at his jaw from interrupting more important things here. ] We've been awfully busy in that little head of yours— [ peter loops an arm around quentin, hand pressed to his shoulder blade, the other wrapping around his forearm as he matches his pace. he groans lowly, and quickly backtracks because, well... ] Making you, what exactly?
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Mm, [ he hums his response, warm acknowledgement as he leans into every scrape and pinch of quentin's teeth, careful to keep the bruise at his jaw from interrupting more important things here. ] We've been awfully busy in that little head of yours— [ peter loops an arm around quentin, hand pressed to his shoulder blade, the other wrapping around his forearm as he matches his pace. he groans lowly, and quickly backtracks because, well... ] Making you, what exactly?
[ pray tell, what was he going to say there? ]