[All of him is just welcoming and open. How is it that this never happened before? They were only joking weren't they? There's nothing funny about how Roman is steadily working both digits in and out of his body, twisting and scissoring. At the request, he goes faster, harder. It won't be the same with his cock but at least it will really ensure that he's as ready as he's going to be.
Roman can't wait. Right now, indeed.]
Tu es à moi.
[Finally. For the moment. Wet fingers swiftly, maybe harshly vacate and Roman shoves his wrapped dick up against Peter to savor the full, slow stretch. Only latex separates them. He buries his moan into the darker boy's skin. It's too soon to see the damage he's done. There are going to be small marks there. They'll be just as hard to explain along with bruises that will be at Peter's hips were Roman grips him.]
no subject
Roman can't wait. Right now, indeed.]
Tu es à moi.
[Finally. For the moment. Wet fingers swiftly, maybe harshly vacate and Roman shoves his wrapped dick up against Peter to savor the full, slow stretch. Only latex separates them. He buries his moan into the darker boy's skin. It's too soon to see the damage he's done. There are going to be small marks there. They'll be just as hard to explain along with bruises that will be at Peter's hips were Roman grips him.]
Oh my God.