[There's a gasp muffled into skin, Roman's fingers tight in his hair, holding onto him as that slender body bows and he leans into the Romani. It still somehow almost takes him by surprise when his cum floods his mouth. He swallows, like they'd said in bullshit French, flirtation Peter hadn't really intended to make good on -- at least that's what he tells himself.
Some dribbles at the corner of his mouth, but he manages to take most of it. He slowly pulls back, suckling at him softly. He likes how he tastes on his tongue, salty sweet, not quite bitter, but hot and thick. He's shaking on his knees, like he might tumble with a stiff breeze when he finally lets Roman's dick slip from his swollen lips with a wet pop.
Fingers finally come off Roman's hip and catch the bit that he missed, and he licks it from calloused fingertips.]
Fuck, Roman...
[He doesn't have words. What the fuck else is he supposed to say?]
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Date: 2014-07-31 01:06 am (UTC)Some dribbles at the corner of his mouth, but he manages to take most of it. He slowly pulls back, suckling at him softly. He likes how he tastes on his tongue, salty sweet, not quite bitter, but hot and thick. He's shaking on his knees, like he might tumble with a stiff breeze when he finally lets Roman's dick slip from his swollen lips with a wet pop.
Fingers finally come off Roman's hip and catch the bit that he missed, and he licks it from calloused fingertips.]
Fuck, Roman...
[He doesn't have words. What the fuck else is he supposed to say?]