[Need drove him to this. At first it was the need to prove that he could be could be just as provocative and teasing. Now it's for his own satisfaction.
The moment is tense. He feels each inch of him slip in. The process is wonderful torture. Roman flattens a palm against Peter's stomach, right at the thickening trail of hair below his belly button. Peter's hot all over, hotter than his own skin it feels like. Being inside of him, it's indescribable and they haven't quite started fucking yet.
Sweat makes his hair stick to the skin of his shoulder.]
Soon. Relax.
[Try and take your own advice, Godfrey. Soft noises keep rising in the back of his throat at the end of each breath.
He'd be ashamed if he remembered Letha. She's the farthest person from his mind right now. Selfishness is ugly. Surely impossible to love.]
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The moment is tense. He feels each inch of him slip in. The process is wonderful torture. Roman flattens a palm against Peter's stomach, right at the thickening trail of hair below his belly button. Peter's hot all over, hotter than his own skin it feels like. Being inside of him, it's indescribable and they haven't quite started fucking yet.
Sweat makes his hair stick to the skin of his shoulder.]
Soon. Relax.
[Try and take your own advice, Godfrey. Soft noises keep rising in the back of his throat at the end of each breath.
He'd be ashamed if he remembered Letha. She's the farthest person from his mind right now. Selfishness is ugly. Surely impossible to love.]