[Peter would never forgive himself if they fucked and Roman died. This was such a fragile moment, Roman was in such a bad place, and the only possible way for this to end that wasn't a total shitstorm was for Roman to turn. And then he'd have to teach Roman-fucking-Godfrey how to be a werewolf, without Nic here to help him, and that was it's own kind of fucked up, but at least it was one he could push off until later.]
Fuck, yeah. Yeah, okay.
[He swallows against the back of his throat, and this probably isn't a spectacularly great idea either, but how do you say no to that? The answer, of course, is that you don't. He moans into Roman's mouth, kissing him, sweet and letting lips linger as he reaches between them, fingers shaky as he undoes Roman's pants.
He's unwilling to climb off of him yet, even if it will probably have to happen sooner or later. His head falls into the curve of Roman's neck as those fingers slide into the Romani boy's loose jeans and he groans.]
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Date: 2014-08-25 03:50 am (UTC)Fuck, yeah. Yeah, okay.
[He swallows against the back of his throat, and this probably isn't a spectacularly great idea either, but how do you say no to that? The answer, of course, is that you don't. He moans into Roman's mouth, kissing him, sweet and letting lips linger as he reaches between them, fingers shaky as he undoes Roman's pants.
He's unwilling to climb off of him yet, even if it will probably have to happen sooner or later. His head falls into the curve of Roman's neck as those fingers slide into the Romani boy's loose jeans and he groans.]
Oh, fuck. Roman.