He's so caught up in the moment, in the fading warmth of his orgasm, of the taste of Roman's blood on his tongue, the feeling of his lips against his that for a moment, he forgets why he's fighting this at all. It's there, heavy between them, desire and interest and so much want it's almost more like need.
He isn't pulling away. Not here, not right now. Instead he's pressing in, leaning into Roman's body, into how his hands grip at his back, supporting him, anchoring him here. There something about Roman, about his hands and the feel of it all... He feels safe, here, like this, with his hands holding onto him, pulling him in close like he does when they dance.
It feels like that; communication without words. And he loses himself in it, in the way their mouths fit together. A sigh that mingles with the moans, his hands moving to touch against his shoulders, curl at the back of his neck as he leans in close, their bodies touching, saying so much that Peter doesn't have the courage, or the words for.
He wants him, he needs him, he needs this he's just terrified. Terrified of losing it all because he doesn't actually understand, only knows the rumors.
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He isn't pulling away. Not here, not right now. Instead he's pressing in, leaning into Roman's body, into how his hands grip at his back, supporting him, anchoring him here. There something about Roman, about his hands and the feel of it all... He feels safe, here, like this, with his hands holding onto him, pulling him in close like he does when they dance.
It feels like that; communication without words. And he loses himself in it, in the way their mouths fit together. A sigh that mingles with the moans, his hands moving to touch against his shoulders, curl at the back of his neck as he leans in close, their bodies touching, saying so much that Peter doesn't have the courage, or the words for.
He wants him, he needs him, he needs this he's just terrified. Terrified of losing it all because he doesn't actually understand, only knows the rumors.