The way Peter’s moving is fucking intoxicating. Roman’s attention skirts down his body, muscles taut and flexing as his hips come away from the wall. Roman imagines himself in front of him, or behind him, supporting him as he moves back onto him and arches away. He’s imagining hands catching those chiseled hips like when he raises him up in a lift and instead, guiding him down on his cock, sinking deep inside that body that’s all tightly wound muscle and motion.

Roman licks his lower lip slowly and the red comes away on his tongue, and Peter offers him a show. His gaze falls down to Peter’s cock in his hand, green eyes heavily lidded before attention snaps back to his face to watch his reaction as he says, “Finger yourself for me… I know you like having something in your ass…”

He also knows that fingers won’t be enough. They’ll be just a tease, they’ll leave him on edge, and it’s only fair to leave them both wanting more.