[Peter's not content with just Roman's jacket, and his fingers are undoing the tiny buttons of his shirt as Roman leans in to kiss him. He murmurs at the contact, presses into it, then he's moaning against the other boy's mouth as those slender hands grip at Peter's hips and the curve of his ass.
Roman draws him in, lining up their bodies so their cocks press together. There's an undignified mewling sound as the feel of it electrifies him. His hips buck, rutting up against Roman and he kisses him harder, needy.
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Roman draws him in, lining up their bodies so their cocks press together. There's an undignified mewling sound as the feel of it electrifies him. His hips buck, rutting up against Roman and he kisses him harder, needy.
He's in over his head but there's no going back.]