Not with how long he’s wanted this, how long he’s wanted more from Peter than just the touches when he lifts him, when their bodies move together in the studio, on the stage. He’s watching Peter lean in, take him deeper into his mouth, feels the head brushing the back of his throat and god he’s gorgeous, blue eyes staring up at him through those heavy lashes.
The moan travels through him, hits him like a shiver of sensation, and his hips arch into it. He’s pressing in, a little deeper, pushing the boundaries between them, and it would be so fucking easy to fuck his mouth, to not give more than a passing thought to whether he’s pushing too hard or asking too much and just let his head fall back against the wall, pinned there by his hips.
His hips twitch, and he groans, heavy and breathy, and barely breathes the words, “I wanna fuck you… right into the fucking wall…” one arm braces him and the other hand rakes through Peter’s hair, messing it up, curling in it as he adds, “Just like this…”
He won't really push that far, not unless it's alright, unless Peter can really handle it, because this isn't all one sided. It's not just about what Roman wants without consideration for Peter. He wants to be let in, wants to give him what he wants, what he craves, and he knows that it includes this, pushing the boundaries, roughness that not everyone would like. He'd seen Peter in the changing room earlier, he knew that he got off on being treated roughly, but that didn't mean he'd push without permission.
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Not with how long he’s wanted this, how long he’s wanted more from Peter than just the touches when he lifts him, when their bodies move together in the studio, on the stage. He’s watching Peter lean in, take him deeper into his mouth, feels the head brushing the back of his throat and god he’s gorgeous, blue eyes staring up at him through those heavy lashes.
The moan travels through him, hits him like a shiver of sensation, and his hips arch into it. He’s pressing in, a little deeper, pushing the boundaries between them, and it would be so fucking easy to fuck his mouth, to not give more than a passing thought to whether he’s pushing too hard or asking too much and just let his head fall back against the wall, pinned there by his hips.
His hips twitch, and he groans, heavy and breathy, and barely breathes the words, “I wanna fuck you… right into the fucking wall…” one arm braces him and the other hand rakes through Peter’s hair, messing it up, curling in it as he adds, “Just like this…”
He won't really push that far, not unless it's alright, unless Peter can really handle it, because this isn't all one sided. It's not just about what Roman wants without consideration for Peter. He wants to be let in, wants to give him what he wants, what he craves, and he knows that it includes this, pushing the boundaries, roughness that not everyone would like. He'd seen Peter in the changing room earlier, he knew that he got off on being treated roughly, but that didn't mean he'd push without permission.