Knowing Vince, you might be right. You ever have a favorite kind?
[Probably a dumbfuck question, but with sexuality so easily on their tongues, the question came almost without a thought. He stares when Roman licks his lips, because fuck.
If Roman had any illusions about Peter actually knowing most of this shit, it's one broken with how long it takes Peter to parse through that one and come up with his own retort. He's not sure he's even got it right, but he's still trying.]
Seulement pour vous. J'aime la saveur.
[He swallows after he says it, taking a drink to distract himself. He knows it's just a game, but there's that threat of a line that they're dangerously close to crossing. His eyes take in the scenery as the approach the Country Club, still a little disbelieving. Destiny would probably want to know what the fuck was wrong with him.]
no subject
[Probably a dumbfuck question, but with sexuality so easily on their tongues, the question came almost without a thought. He stares when Roman licks his lips, because fuck.
If Roman had any illusions about Peter actually knowing most of this shit, it's one broken with how long it takes Peter to parse through that one and come up with his own retort. He's not sure he's even got it right, but he's still trying.]
Seulement pour vous. J'aime la saveur.
[He swallows after he says it, taking a drink to distract himself. He knows it's just a game, but there's that threat of a line that they're dangerously close to crossing. His eyes take in the scenery as the approach the Country Club, still a little disbelieving. Destiny would probably want to know what the fuck was wrong with him.]
True. You ever been? France, I mean.