[Later they can make sense of this, figure out what it means. Right now, all Peter knows is that Roman's turning, and he can't lose him. He's beautiful and he needs him, and as long as he's kissing him, it feels like he can't lose him. Offering his breath, stealing Roman's with soft lips. His fingers gently stroking through his hair, a gasp pressed between them as Roman's hands pull at him, and Peter lets himself be drawn down against him, ontop of him, and he shivers with the feeling of Roman's frame under him.
Peter's blues slightly dilated as he looks down into those greens, pulling back just a little so that he can breathe, their lips still almost brushing.]
Roman...
[He almost doesn't know what else to say. Staring at him with a shiver in his shoulders. He needs him, can't lose him. So he's holding on in a way that can only hurt people but seems too natural to resist.]
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Peter's blues slightly dilated as he looks down into those greens, pulling back just a little so that he can breathe, their lips still almost brushing.]
Roman...
[He almost doesn't know what else to say. Staring at him with a shiver in his shoulders. He needs him, can't lose him. So he's holding on in a way that can only hurt people but seems too natural to resist.]