Peter gasps sharply, audible, as Roman bangs on the door of the stall. He doesn't have an explanation, at least, not one that he can put into words when he's this hard, when he wants him so much. He wants to slip the latch, let Roman into the stall, let Roman hold him down and push into him. Fuck, he can't get the image out of his head, and it makes him shudder, a low moan on his mouth.

Roman's voice changes, shifts lower, and it makes him whine, his head tilting back, his cock twitching in his fingers. "I want you, but--" He doesn't finish what he's saying just shakes his head, let's the words I can't be carried on the still, silent air. He knows what Roman is, even if he doesn't. He knows how easy it would be to let him in, let him talk him into what he already wants. But then he'd lose everything that he's worked so hard for.

He gasps as the door shakes on its hinges under the impact and there's a brief flash of terror that he might just knock the flimsy lock off. Just Peter and Roman and their same desire. But the words that come next isn't that same request. Move so I can watch you. And he does. Because Harry was right, and when Roman's voice is soft, almost pleading, it's almost impossible to do anything except surrender. Except for that one point he wont compromise on.

But he finds himself giving him this before he even thinks it through. His face is flushed, his head tilting back against the wall that he's shifted to brace against.

"Just.. don't." He trails off into a moan. Just don't come in. Don't push him like that when he can't say no.