tis the season

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IT'S THE MISTLETOE MEME!!

congratulations, you and some other poor suspecting fool are trapped under the mistletoe and only a kiss will set you free.
enjoy your holiday hijinks.

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[stilettoes]

[ the enthusiasm doesn't go unnoticed, peter eats up every noise with a hum of his own, pressing in close just towards the tail end of it, feeling juno pull away just enough to keep them eye to eye. there's a very much detectable swell of thrill that washes through him as he lets his hands find purchase down by juno's waist. he holds them there softly, thumbing just against his ribs as he steps even closer. ]

My apologies, [ leaning in, the soft brush of the tip of his nose sending his entire brain keening from such a simple little gesture. ] I believe that was entirely my fault. Let me try once more, hm?

[ this time a little deeper, not so much testing as primed and ready to go, the touch of juno's mouth to his like key to ignition, fuel to hungry flame that he doesn't waste time dancing around but kissing like he wants to offer himself up for immolation. if a car's engine rev is a sign of just how eager it is to get out on the road, peter nureyev is a sleek cherry red thing that just needs a lovetap to the accelerator before it kicks off. ]