"Well, right now? I was thinking about how handsome you happen to be Dr. Connors. Has anyone ever told you that?" Peter hummed, squirming so he could move his lower body closer to Curt as well, wrapping his legs around one of his, practically clinging fully to the older man's side as if he was a koala.
"Hm, perhaps a few times..." Curt said with a small playful smile, and Peter saw a barely noticeable pink hue grace his cheeks together even with a hint of bashfulness in his voice. "At least once."
Peter couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes for effect.
"Yeah, sure. I'm pretty sure it was a bunch of times, you're just being humble." He said, pressing soft kisses to the skin on the exposed junction between the other's neck and shoulder.
"I think you might be a bit biased." Curt shook his head, that small smile still on his face, still playful, yes, but unable to hide that underlying hint that he didn't exactly believe what Peter was saying.
"I might, yeah." Peter decided he might as well agree. Attraction and what was attractive was a subjective topic. "Shouldn't I be though?" He leaned further in, moving his kisses to the doctor's neck, nipping gently at the soft skin there. "You're my boyfriend, aren't you?"
"I guess I am." Curt said with a low hum and Peter was happy to hear a satisfied tone ringing with it.
"Exactly." Peter smiled, before bringing his teeth to bite right over Curt's pulse point, managing to get a low groan from him, a sound that went straight down his body. “So I'll admire my boyfriend, and there's nothing you can do about it.”
