He’s almost surprised when Peter sinks to his knees.
He doesn’t want to be, but he is, he’s half afraid that the next step forwards is going to be the one that pushes Peter away. But it’s not. Peter stayed, leaned into his touch, receptive every step of the way until he’s kneeling at his feet.
Peter’s touching him with that same kind of possessiveness, hands skimming his body as he settles down like he’s laying claim to the sharp angles of his body. Roman can’t tear his attention away. He’s staring down at Peter, watching the way he leans in, nuzzling against his cock and fuck he can feel his breath through the fabric. He can feel warmth, the hint of tongue, and before Peter even says it Roman knows what he means, that the tights are in the way, that he wants them off, that he means to be licking his skin, tasting his cock and nuzzling against his bare body.
Hearing it is just a bonus, and Roman hums a low, appreciative moan as his hands drop immediately, easing the tights down his hips to mid-thigh, bringing the dance belt down with it, his cock springing free from the fabric.
He wants everything, anything. He wants Peter to nuzzle in, tease at him with his tongue, wants him to take him in his mouth, but he also wants to fuck into his mouth, his head trapped against the wall. He wants it hard and soft at the same time, wants it slow and right fucking now.
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He doesn’t want to be, but he is, he’s half afraid that the next step forwards is going to be the one that pushes Peter away. But it’s not. Peter stayed, leaned into his touch, receptive every step of the way until he’s kneeling at his feet.
Peter’s touching him with that same kind of possessiveness, hands skimming his body as he settles down like he’s laying claim to the sharp angles of his body. Roman can’t tear his attention away. He’s staring down at Peter, watching the way he leans in, nuzzling against his cock and fuck he can feel his breath through the fabric. He can feel warmth, the hint of tongue, and before Peter even says it Roman knows what he means, that the tights are in the way, that he wants them off, that he means to be licking his skin, tasting his cock and nuzzling against his bare body.
Hearing it is just a bonus, and Roman hums a low, appreciative moan as his hands drop immediately, easing the tights down his hips to mid-thigh, bringing the dance belt down with it, his cock springing free from the fabric.
He wants everything, anything. He wants Peter to nuzzle in, tease at him with his tongue, wants him to take him in his mouth, but he also wants to fuck into his mouth, his head trapped against the wall. He wants it hard and soft at the same time, wants it slow and right fucking now.