[Peter hardly has any excuses for how this happened, for the fact that he'd asked for it. It had all gotten so out of hand, spiraled beyond his control. He'd wanted this for longer than he was going to admit to. And then there was Letha...
Things with Letha weren't great. Not bad, but it was hard for him to escape the knowledge that for all her light and love, he was just something she wanted to own. A highschool crush except from a girl that didn't comprehend the word no.
In a fucked up way, the fact that however much he'd hurt Roman, that the other teen had let him walk away, leave, meant something. He could have forced him, but he hadn't. It had eased some of the tension, the fear that Roman would hold on so tight that he'd strangle him. He'd thought Letha had been easier, but he'd been wrong. It was a problem; forever underestimating the wiles of women.
But those are considerations for later, for when it sinks in just what happens and how much he's fucked things up. For now, he's just focused on Roman. On his touch, his scent, the feel of him inside and against him. His dick sinking in inch by inch, and his hand pressing low against his stomach, cool on his heated skin.
It feels so impossibly good, the way that his body stretches to take him as he sinks in deeper and deeper into the wolf's body. He mewls, whimpers softly at the urging. Relax feels impossible, but he's trying. His breathing is fast and shallow, leaning softly into the taller frame behind him.]
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Date: 2014-08-01 08:28 pm (UTC)Things with Letha weren't great. Not bad, but it was hard for him to escape the knowledge that for all her light and love, he was just something she wanted to own. A highschool crush except from a girl that didn't comprehend the word no.
In a fucked up way, the fact that however much he'd hurt Roman, that the other teen had let him walk away, leave, meant something. He could have forced him, but he hadn't. It had eased some of the tension, the fear that Roman would hold on so tight that he'd strangle him. He'd thought Letha had been easier, but he'd been wrong. It was a problem; forever underestimating the wiles of women.
But those are considerations for later, for when it sinks in just what happens and how much he's fucked things up. For now, he's just focused on Roman. On his touch, his scent, the feel of him inside and against him. His dick sinking in inch by inch, and his hand pressing low against his stomach, cool on his heated skin.
It feels so impossibly good, the way that his body stretches to take him as he sinks in deeper and deeper into the wolf's body. He mewls, whimpers softly at the urging. Relax feels impossible, but he's trying. His breathing is fast and shallow, leaning softly into the taller frame behind him.]