It’s barely just begun and already Roman is so close.
It’s Peter’s fault, the way he leans in like he’s begging him for it, for more, for harder. Roman gasps, the word slut tumbling off his lips with a tone like a compliment and whispered like a secret between them.
This is nothing like earlier, like Roman watching from the door as Peter was fucked by the two of them at once, but it has that same feeling. The wordless knowing, of watching and being watched, a language they understood without needing to know the words.
Oh, later he would fuck him. He knows there’s more to negotiate, that this wordless way they’d come together wasn’t enough, but it was a step, a sign that Peter accepted what everyone else was repulsed by. They could figure out the rest.
Right now, he’s pressing right back, he’s fucking into Peter’s willing throat, gasping at how fucking tight and perfect he is. He just takes it like it’s easy, and Roman’s reaching his climax so fucking fast it’s damned near embarrassing. He can still smell, still taste the metallic flavor of his blood, lingering in his mouth, on his lips, but it’s not the blood he’s focused on as he comes down Peter’s throat, but his glassy blue eyes and how utterly fucked he looks, lips wrapped around his cock.
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It’s Peter’s fault, the way he leans in like he’s begging him for it, for more, for harder. Roman gasps, the word slut tumbling off his lips with a tone like a compliment and whispered like a secret between them.
This is nothing like earlier, like Roman watching from the door as Peter was fucked by the two of them at once, but it has that same feeling. The wordless knowing, of watching and being watched, a language they understood without needing to know the words.
Oh, later he would fuck him. He knows there’s more to negotiate, that this wordless way they’d come together wasn’t enough, but it was a step, a sign that Peter accepted what everyone else was repulsed by. They could figure out the rest.
Right now, he’s pressing right back, he’s fucking into Peter’s willing throat, gasping at how fucking tight and perfect he is. He just takes it like it’s easy, and Roman’s reaching his climax so fucking fast it’s damned near embarrassing. He can still smell, still taste the metallic flavor of his blood, lingering in his mouth, on his lips, but it’s not the blood he’s focused on as he comes down Peter’s throat, but his glassy blue eyes and how utterly fucked he looks, lips wrapped around his cock.