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Hoping to relieve the pressure. Gribbing to get any near feelings at the base of it all. Letting out a disgusted growl, Peter plainly just.. "It won't work, ugh." Even the unusual practices won't do, no, they simply won't. "Maybe, I'll just sleep it off. I mean it wasn't the worst last time." Putting it simply, jacking off isn't a pretty sight. Sweaty, hair grasped and gasping. Disgusted in himself as is, Peter likes to get it done and move on. But, that doesn't happen so easily. He's gotta do with the thoughts. Imagination is a scary place. First it was how soft the hands were while holding them. Then the hair. And now? Who knows. But it's making xem feel sick and maybe it'll all go away on its own. Just as he was about to give up, the mind wondered, and wondered and came onto it. That's what it was missing. Unclenching his hair, he simply did the only thing he could. He put those fingers into his mouth and finally got the pressure loose. Leaving a gut wrenching feeling of release, then stress of the events. "I'm disgusting, gross, gross, dirty. I will never go outside again. I need to bathe, get better, something." Upon the bath, thoughts get more brave and feelings more sick."Watcha doin'?"
What a simple question. Of course, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary. However in this case it was a rather embarrassing question.Peter stops dead in their tracks, shaking. "Oh uhm, I'm just hanging out."
"Mmhm, I'm sure" Lois just rolls his eyes and walks closer. The view being a little different than usual.Lois has gotten used to seeing Peter do.. odd.. things. But this feels new.He's for one not even fully on blast as xe has a blanket covering probably less than half of their side. Not doing much if it's to hide something.The only thing that makes it more odd is well, the lack of touching. Where's his hands? They aren't near it, and isn't that the whole point. To jerk?..Lois just silently walks and sits on the bed. Not sure how to engage. Looking down, he sees such to satisfy his ideals. Peter has his hands behind his back, though he's not good at keeping them there. As Lois can see them shaking and clenching then unclenching in anticipation. He wonders why he had to come and see this. He realizes another detail, Peter hasn't said anything since the first question."Peter,," Looking up, he's faced with um. A silly.
Peter has his eyes squeezed shut, bright red and a wet face. He's panting but not quite making any sounds. The thoughts of what to do flood into his mind. "Is he just embarrassed? What'd he expect to happen, it's not like I wasn't here? " Lois just kinda, presses a hand to his thigh. Receiving a very shaky leg and gasp. Peter has moved a hand on top of his. "Open your eyes."
A deep yearn was taken hold in Peter's heart and mind. He legs his legs relax and they spread into an angle. The legs quiver and turn towards Lois.But he doesn't open his eyes.
Annoyed Lois decides he'll do something devious. Drawing his hand closer to Peter's inner thigh and scratching every inch or so to leave an extra imprint of the notion. "Hmm" He stops. No, he didn't. His hand was grabbed by a shivering one. He looks into Peter's face. "There they are. Good boy."
Peter just feels their body tingle and slump in the direction of that voice. Oh god, you just know the feeling.
"your legs are shaking so much."
Peter just sighs in return. His arms are no longer behind his back but instead are grabbing at the hands of Lois. Nudging to grasp them. Though he doesn't mind, he has to ask. "So why were they behind your back? Weren't you jacking off?" He just stares at Lois. Blinks then softly answers. "Yeah but,, I can't do it with my hands."
Lois is simply confused. "Your hands?."
Peter nods then nudged his fingertips at Lois's. Looking flustered. "oh." Lois has an idea of what xe meant now. He lets his hand be held and pulled forward.He watches as Peter's face twinged into an almost painful look. Eyebrows furrowed and drool lolled on the side. Then Lois felt it. Warm yet wet.
"mmm,," Peter wasn't shy now huh. That or he couldn't control it, either way, it was simply wild. Peter's hands shook and thighs squeezed into a tight shape. Forcing the hand to be closer to the spot. Lois felt himself wanting to move his hand on his own but he had an idea. "Do it yourself, hun. I won't do it for you. Use my hand." Peter's eyes popped wide. A face of pure amusement on his partners, opposite to his full display of embarrassment. He sighed and nodded along anyways. He unclenched his thighs and started to press the fingers into himself, feeling tight hearted. But at this point, he could cum just from the sheer thought. No penetration needed. Lois didn't bother to watch his fingers go in as he didn't like the thought. But he seemed perfectly fine to watch Peter's face. Peter was focused on slowly putting the hand to use, using his own to guide it. He felt his whole body shake and shiver. Wanting to feel different than before.The fingers moved on their own, inching towards the genitals of the other. Only slightly missing to get a full touch of such a thing. But nonetheless the slight touch was enough. As he thought, Peter came on himself as his hands grabbed underneath himself. Lois just kinda watched his face, entranced or something. He never watched his face while cumming before. It was, interesting,, Like any face during the action you'd guess ."Cumming without penetration, huh. I'll mess with that idea later." Lois just kinda thought briefly before he held Peter close. Holding hands while Peter let the high fall down from his mind. "Cumming without penetration, huh. I'll mess with that idea later." Lois just kinda thought briefly before he held Peter close. Holding hands while Peter let the high fall down from his mind. meow meow meow mewo meow meow mewo meow meowmo losing it losing it goign inasane going insane losing it losing it