[If Peter had possessed the ability to be honest with himself, this might have happened sooner, and probably not in the stall of the men's bathroom at the Country Club. It had been happening like a storm, that mix of humidity and air pressure until everything came apart.
He murmurs, leaning into his hands as they brush through the long strands of the Romani's dark hair. Roman stops, and Peter pulls back a little; enough that he can catch his breath, his heart pounding as he looks up at him. It would almost be surreal, but it's too visceral, he's too full of sensation. Roman's skin on his tongue, the way that his cock feels filling his mouth, the taste of his precum, and those fingers in his hair.
He nods at the question, breathless and wide-eyed. Fuck, the curse muffled but still there. He's falling into this like having the ground pulled out from under him, like he can't do anything else. His fingers flex against those slim hipbones, caressing skin, one hand sliding up to skim under Roman's shirt, touching bare skin.
Peter isn't sure he has the patience to wait until after, but he's trying. Not because of some dumbshit sense of propriety, but because he likes being able to focus on Roman. Having the other teen filling every one of his senses.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2014-07-29 07:29 am (UTC)He murmurs, leaning into his hands as they brush through the long strands of the Romani's dark hair. Roman stops, and Peter pulls back a little; enough that he can catch his breath, his heart pounding as he looks up at him. It would almost be surreal, but it's too visceral, he's too full of sensation. Roman's skin on his tongue, the way that his cock feels filling his mouth, the taste of his precum, and those fingers in his hair.
He nods at the question, breathless and wide-eyed. Fuck, the curse muffled but still there. He's falling into this like having the ground pulled out from under him, like he can't do anything else. His fingers flex against those slim hipbones, caressing skin, one hand sliding up to skim under Roman's shirt, touching bare skin.
Peter isn't sure he has the patience to wait until after, but he's trying. Not because of some dumbshit sense of propriety, but because he likes being able to focus on Roman. Having the other teen filling every one of his senses.]