Steve [ @lostshieldandhammer ]
Steve groaned softly as Peter redid the ropes around his wrists that were attached to the headboard of their bed. He knew the marks they left; he only wished they’d last longer. “And here I thought I was the only artist in the family,” he quipped at his mate.
Peter gave a quiet laugh, adjusting the silken ropes enough to secure his husband before leaning to kiss Steve. “I have the occasional artistic tendency. I’ll never be as talented as you, though.” he murmured, blue eyes tinging just slightly red around the pupil while hands roamed over a broad chest, tracing aimless designs over Steve’s skin. “I love you.”
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