Peter doesn't want Roman in a transient, fleeting sort of way. He wants to keep him, wrap himself up in him. In the warmth, in the security, in the intensity of the way that Roman makes him feel. It's why the rumors are so damning; Peter can't just fuck him and walk away. His heart races every time they're close, every time they touch; he can't resist wanting more.

Peter moans as Roman pushes down his tights and his underwear, and almost immediately, he's leaning in, nuzzling against Roman's cock with a heated murmur and a slow blink of his eyelashes. It's a mistake, a bad decision, but Peter hardly has any choice. He need this, needs him, needs Roman. He's caught up for the moment in the need and the desire and just the feeling of it. Trapped in how good the touches and the proximity feels.

His hands stroke softly against Roman's bared thighs as he shifts, pressing in, slowly licking along the length of Roman's cock. He tastes so good, the feel of his skin, and his eyes close with a low hum of pleasure as Peter shifts his mouth, moves so that he's sucking at the tip, licking, eager and wanton. All that repression, all that he's been hiding behind gone like a bad dream.

The pleasure is obvious in his blue eyes in the curl of his lips, almost a smile as he softly sucks and licks against the head of Roman's cock. And then he's looking up at him, bright eyed as he slowly lets his thick girth slide in between his lips.