[That gasp sends a shiver down his spine. Fuck, but this is hot, hotter than it should be. The taste of Roman's flesh on his tongue, watching how his eyes shut briefly before greens are flashing down at him again.
Peter gasps, Roman moving in, and he lets him, sucking against the skin that sinks in between his lips. His chin tilts under the touch of Roman's fingers, and he moans, because he shouldn't want it this much, but he does. He's not thinking about Letha or anyone except for the slender boy whose hands are on him, cock between his lips.
There are curses on his lips, but they're muffled, and there's something far too real about looking into Roman's eyes as he lets his mouth slide further down around him.]
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Peter gasps, Roman moving in, and he lets him, sucking against the skin that sinks in between his lips. His chin tilts under the touch of Roman's fingers, and he moans, because he shouldn't want it this much, but he does. He's not thinking about Letha or anyone except for the slender boy whose hands are on him, cock between his lips.
There are curses on his lips, but they're muffled, and there's something far too real about looking into Roman's eyes as he lets his mouth slide further down around him.]