[Peter's shaking, unable to hide anything like this, pressing up against the bathroom stall. Roman's pressing fingers in and out of his body, scissoring and stretching him, and it pulls soft gasps and whimpers from his mouth. It's faster, harder, but it's not enough, and Peter's leaning back into Roman's fingers as the other teen presses them in.
He shudders at those foreign words that whisper on hot air. It's almost like giving voice to what a shitty idea this was, but it doesn't change the fact that he needs it, maybe needs him.
He gasps sharply when those fingers pull free from his his body, and then there's his cock moving to replace them. His head falls forward, forehead touching the wall of the stall and he whines in the back of his throat at the stretch. His body slowly giving way, tight around Roman's dick as the upir sinks into his body. He's almost shaking with the feel of it, the way it's cool and hot like his body's forgotten how to define temperature.
Later, the marks on his skin will be damning. Later, when he has to think about Letha, and a relationship that's sometimes grating, but that she's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve this kind of shitheel behavior. But now all he gives a shit about is how it feels. Hands on his hips and his dick sinking into Peter's body.]
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Roman...
[A breath, and the foreign language on his tongue shifts from French to Romani, curses low and guttural as Roman presses in deeper and all he can do is moan.]
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Date: 2014-08-01 06:18 am (UTC)He shudders at those foreign words that whisper on hot air. It's almost like giving voice to what a shitty idea this was, but it doesn't change the fact that he needs it, maybe needs him.
He gasps sharply when those fingers pull free from his his body, and then there's his cock moving to replace them. His head falls forward, forehead touching the wall of the stall and he whines in the back of his throat at the stretch. His body slowly giving way, tight around Roman's dick as the upir sinks into his body. He's almost shaking with the feel of it, the way it's cool and hot like his body's forgotten how to define temperature.
Later, the marks on his skin will be damning. Later, when he has to think about Letha, and a relationship that's sometimes grating, but that she's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve this kind of shitheel behavior. But now all he gives a shit about is how it feels. Hands on his hips and his dick sinking into Peter's body.]
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Roman...
[A breath, and the foreign language on his tongue shifts from French to Romani, curses low and guttural as Roman presses in deeper and all he can do is moan.]