[Soft lips, rough facial hair. He's not sure what he was expecting kissing Peter. Feels good. Not quite as good as the pressure of the other bones stiff one or the pressure of those hands on him through clothes.
No punchline comes. His mouth is dry of words that aren't encouraging. This is stupid. They're the worst. This should stop right now. Roman's too far gone. Thinking with his dick again.
It's a slim fit that really accentuates what's already there. To buy time and do something with his own hands, Roman reaches to touch Peter's cock. Some how or another he has to get off too.]
Unless you want cold meat after the hot one.
[Okay. That as a joke. A really, really bad one. Brilliance in the brain is impossible when all the blood is in his crotch. Oh shit this is real. The slacks feel impossibly uncomfortable right now.]
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No punchline comes. His mouth is dry of words that aren't encouraging. This is stupid. They're the worst. This should stop right now. Roman's too far gone. Thinking with his dick again.
It's a slim fit that really accentuates what's already there. To buy time and do something with his own hands, Roman reaches to touch Peter's cock. Some how or another he has to get off too.]
Unless you want cold meat after the hot one.
[Okay. That as a joke. A really, really bad one. Brilliance in the brain is impossible when all the blood is in his crotch. Oh shit this is real. The slacks feel impossibly uncomfortable right now.]