"What's the matter, balls not telling you?" Roman shoots right back, almost a hiss, and one of his hands does smooth down between them then, and hugs Peter's crotch tight, cups up against him and even kneads for a moment.

The reaction he gets out of him is intoxicating. Fucking dirty gypsies. It's the girls and Fight Club shit all over again, isn't it? Grungy's the new clean-shaven. Peter's not someone - or he's the perfect someone - to take home to mommy dearest and if that's not endearing, he has a list of other reasons why. People just aren't like him at school, in this dull society that surrounds him. And that's why he likes Peter, he guesses. Because he's different.

He's artwork.

So it's nice to have him beneath him like this, that position of power over something so simultaneously powerful. He's seen Peter's transformation, he knows how effective he is and how ruthless he could have the potential to be. Wolves. Teeth and claws.

It makes Roman want to dig his fingernails into Peter's chest and just drag.

He spits out the cigarette then, off to the side before he kisses him, just once before he moves to his neck. His tongue laps off the blood before he sucks at the cut. Pervert, he wants to call him. Roman can show him just how much of an ugly thing there is inside of him, if that's what he wants.