And make the first move he does. The hunter's strong hands pull his overtipped entertainment to himself, grasping her hips firmly, but not to the point where she can't get away if she really wants to. Peter starts slow, intending to take his time now that it's his second load of the night she's working for. Human lips find the junction between feline neck and shoulder, suckling gently with the occasional graze of omnivorous teeth thrown in. Even through his sturdy pants, she can feel the outline of his hardness against her, patiently waiting its turn to feel that bare, clean skin.