[Letha wanted Peter, Roman needed him. All this time he's been trying to convince himself otherwise. They're friends. They bullshit. Whatever. It doesn't matter to him who his cousin is with. The both of them deserve happiness. A happiness without him if that's what they wished.
Now he's got to go and get something that is meant for someone else because he is without. Brat behavior right? Hard to take something that is being willingly given. Peter's body is oh so willing.
Finally he's completely inside of the tense, hard body beneath him. Peter might be smaller but he's strong. A man's strength and a wolf's strength. The sounds he's making might be plaintive and soft there's still an animal inside that is calling to Roman's.]
That's it.
[Encouraging and stating the obvious here. Both cool palms smooth up from Peter's hips to his chest and back down. Roman's cock feels like it's throbbing while staying still, balls deep.]
Good?
[His own brain is nearly fried. Caveman speak for does it feel good, are you feeling good. Is something good here? Roman bows his head into Peter's shoulder to breathe. His nose is scrunched up against his skin breathing him in. Again his tongue flicks out to wet his lips and savor the salt of sweat before kissing, nipping. The prince has no fangs but for some reason he's driven to bite. Even lightly it's satisfying.]
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Date: 2014-08-01 10:05 pm (UTC)Now he's got to go and get something that is meant for someone else because he is without. Brat behavior right? Hard to take something that is being willingly given. Peter's body is oh so willing.
Finally he's completely inside of the tense, hard body beneath him. Peter might be smaller but he's strong. A man's strength and a wolf's strength. The sounds he's making might be plaintive and soft there's still an animal inside that is calling to Roman's.]
That's it.
[Encouraging and stating the obvious here. Both cool palms smooth up from Peter's hips to his chest and back down. Roman's cock feels like it's throbbing while staying still, balls deep.]
Good?
[His own brain is nearly fried. Caveman speak for does it feel good, are you feeling good. Is something good here? Roman bows his head into Peter's shoulder to breathe. His nose is scrunched up against his skin breathing him in. Again his tongue flicks out to wet his lips and savor the salt of sweat before kissing, nipping. The prince has no fangs but for some reason he's driven to bite. Even lightly it's satisfying.]