It's terrible, but Peter want him too. In this way that terrifies him, consumes him, that no matter how many time he tells himself that Roman is no good for him, for his career, for the things he wants from his life, he can't resist him. He can't get him out of his head, can't help the way that when he dances alone, there are pauses, moments meant just for Roman. When he dances alone, he dances with his shadow.
He doesn't say anything at first, he just cleans up as best he can, pulls his tights back on, and tries to pretend that he can't still feel Roman's gaze on him. The smart thing to do would be to lean back and wait. Wait until Roman left, until he was alone to come out. Instead, he goes to the door, blue eyes meeting green as he finally opens the door, leaves them standing face to face.
Peter's breath is rough and uneven and he's staring into Roman's eyes. Standing in the doorway or the bathroom stall, looking up at him, blues slowly sliding down to his lips. Not just full as usual, but they're red - blood red, his senses supply - and he can't look away. He wants to say something, and he tries, mouth opening, and then falling shut when the words don't come.
He can't explain why he does it, how it happens, but one hand clings to Roman's shoulders, and he goes up onto his tip toes, his other hand catching against his jaw and tugging him down. He kisses him hard, wanton and careless.
But Peter doesn't just kiss him. He sucks Roman's bottom lip into his mouth and he chases the blood with his tongue. He moans into Roman's mouth because he needs this too. Primal and powerful and how it means something.
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He doesn't say anything at first, he just cleans up as best he can, pulls his tights back on, and tries to pretend that he can't still feel Roman's gaze on him. The smart thing to do would be to lean back and wait. Wait until Roman left, until he was alone to come out. Instead, he goes to the door, blue eyes meeting green as he finally opens the door, leaves them standing face to face.
Peter's breath is rough and uneven and he's staring into Roman's eyes. Standing in the doorway or the bathroom stall, looking up at him, blues slowly sliding down to his lips. Not just full as usual, but they're red - blood red, his senses supply - and he can't look away. He wants to say something, and he tries, mouth opening, and then falling shut when the words don't come.
He can't explain why he does it, how it happens, but one hand clings to Roman's shoulders, and he goes up onto his tip toes, his other hand catching against his jaw and tugging him down. He kisses him hard, wanton and careless.
But Peter doesn't just kiss him. He sucks Roman's bottom lip into his mouth and he chases the blood with his tongue. He moans into Roman's mouth because he needs this too. Primal and powerful and how it means something.