[It's a single word, clear and unflinching. Peter's blues look into Roman's eyes, trying to find words, but they're heated, hard to say, stick in his throat. Instead, he just lets the other boy's hands pull at his clothes, and he shifts above him, trying to make it easier. His own fingers shoving Roman's shirt open, tugging it free from his pants. His palms slide over his chest and there's a low, pleased sound in the back of his throat.]
Fuck, Roman- I want you.
[It's a soft admittance, not quite as steady, but he doesn't look away when he says it. There's a weight to the moment; the feeling that when everything is so tense that everything matters. It strips Peter of his usual bullshit, ability to shrug off everything like it doesn't matter. Makes him say things he usually would lie about, or at best convince himself it's not worth it.
When everything is so fucking fragile it forces him to say the words he doesn't want to.]
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Date: 2014-08-19 09:08 am (UTC)Fuck, Roman- I want you.
[It's a soft admittance, not quite as steady, but he doesn't look away when he says it. There's a weight to the moment; the feeling that when everything is so tense that everything matters. It strips Peter of his usual bullshit, ability to shrug off everything like it doesn't matter. Makes him say things he usually would lie about, or at best convince himself it's not worth it.
When everything is so fucking fragile it forces him to say the words he doesn't want to.]