( shuffled out, peter chuckles airily but complies, palms up as he intends to go without a fuss. he does catalog that juno didn't get mad about the kiss, which does intrigue him in a deeper cockle of his heart that is generally reserved for late nights and earlier mornings -- certainly a window that opens up new boundaries to be tested, new structures to push and tease their durability. outside he keeps on his feet, checking his hair in a nearby mirror although it always stays as it was thanks to talented hands and quality products, wasting the time away. certainly, he'd rather be in the stall with juno, but he won't push his luck. not yet, at least.
though, juno takes his time with the next dress. peter might've thought it was a power move to get him to sweat under the collar, if he hadn't already checked that there weren't any windows for a certain damsel to go running out from lest he start feeling the pressure again. peter knows not to panic, even if juno is especially good at making him forget the last thirty years of training and sleuthing about, making him feel no more eloquent than the boy mag had found and taken under his wing. it's still a relief when juno calls to him, peeking out of the door like a blushing, untouched princess, asking the ever present knight in stolen armor for his help. peter takes a moment to soak in the look of him before nodding, taking a flamboyant bow just in front of him. )
Of course, Your Majesty.
( helping himself inside, he sees the parts juno couldn't quite reach. again, he takes a spot behind him, fingers latching on the zipper. )
Did you need help in, ( notably, his fingers tug the zipper down -- ) or out?
( he isn't too crass with his intents. the zipper sits midback and peter bends so he can purse his lips against the warm line of skin the peach fabric creates, following tongue with the teeth of the zipper, sealing his kisses inside and against him. certainly risque but not overly so -- he's polite at the end of it, pushing his nose on the soft space of skin behind juno's ear while the final clasp is locked into place. momentarily he admires his handwork, and not so momentarily he admires juno, letting his gaze rise and sink with each of juno's following curves. )
Thoughts on this one? I like it. ( the second long pause with but sitting in the air. ) But, we can do better!
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though, juno takes his time with the next dress. peter might've thought it was a power move to get him to sweat under the collar, if he hadn't already checked that there weren't any windows for a certain damsel to go running out from lest he start feeling the pressure again. peter knows not to panic, even if juno is especially good at making him forget the last thirty years of training and sleuthing about, making him feel no more eloquent than the boy mag had found and taken under his wing. it's still a relief when juno calls to him, peeking out of the door like a blushing, untouched princess, asking the ever present knight in stolen armor for his help. peter takes a moment to soak in the look of him before nodding, taking a flamboyant bow just in front of him. )
Of course, Your Majesty.
( helping himself inside, he sees the parts juno couldn't quite reach. again, he takes a spot behind him, fingers latching on the zipper. )
Did you need help in, ( notably, his fingers tug the zipper down -- ) or out?
( he isn't too crass with his intents. the zipper sits midback and peter bends so he can purse his lips against the warm line of skin the peach fabric creates, following tongue with the teeth of the zipper, sealing his kisses inside and against him. certainly risque but not overly so -- he's polite at the end of it, pushing his nose on the soft space of skin behind juno's ear while the final clasp is locked into place. momentarily he admires his handwork, and not so momentarily he admires juno, letting his gaze rise and sink with each of juno's following curves. )
Thoughts on this one? I like it. ( the second long pause with but sitting in the air. ) But, we can do better!