[Peter moans into the kiss, leaning into it, letting their lips touch, nipping playfully against the other boy's lips, and tasting him. It's good, and the terrible part is it's a want that lingers in him, one he isn't sure that he knows how to go back to ignoring. There are bruises on his skin, and marks left less tangibly, but perhaps more permanently.
Just friends might be a pipe-dream, something that they aim for, but can no longer achieve, not when lines have been crossed, and touches and moments that can't be taken back.]
I guess not.
[He laughs, bright eyed as he shifts so he can curl fingers in Roman's hair and tug him down for another kiss. He's fucked everything up and he knows it; the least he can do is enjoy it.]
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Date: 2014-08-06 07:20 am (UTC)Just friends might be a pipe-dream, something that they aim for, but can no longer achieve, not when lines have been crossed, and touches and moments that can't be taken back.]
I guess not.
[He laughs, bright eyed as he shifts so he can curl fingers in Roman's hair and tug him down for another kiss. He's fucked everything up and he knows it; the least he can do is enjoy it.]