[Peter murmurs softly as Roman's fingers turn gentle from that tight grasp from before. His gaze is intent, and it reminds him of when they met at Kilderry Park, how they'd seemed to glow. He shivers at the words, in French that Peter can work through but is far too dazed to return.]
I want you.
[Answer given easily, almost without thought, and he swallows, dilated blues looking up into those greens. He wants too much, and it makes it hard to find the words. His entire body humming with desire, his cock so hard it aches.]
Want you to fuck me.
{It's a bad answer, a bad spiral, and touching Roman feels like drowning in want.
no subject
I want you.
[Answer given easily, almost without thought, and he swallows, dilated blues looking up into those greens. He wants too much, and it makes it hard to find the words. His entire body humming with desire, his cock so hard it aches.]
Want you to fuck me.
{It's a bad answer, a bad spiral, and touching Roman feels like drowning in want.
Fuck the food.]