"I mean exactly what I said. Whatever you've got in your pants. It's not like I've seen your dick."
He talks a little too quickly, but his voice is still light, playful, even as his blue eyes, dark with arousal, look at Roman with too much intensity. He almost leaves it there, but looking at Roman, he can tell that wont cut it. That Roman needs to heard something more, and Peter knows that if this is an issue, he's got to be the one to jump off the bridge. So he shrugs his shoulders.
"I had this dream last week. It felt like one of the ones where you were there with me." He's never admitted that he can tell the difference; when Roman is there, his Swadisthana hums. "You were in it, and I ended up sucking your dicks. You had three of them, except they were.. kinda like tentacles, I guess."
He looks at Roman, and he shrugs his shoulders again. "Point is, I don't care. If I'm a sick fuck, and you just have a big dick, or if you do have three tentacles in your pants."
He swallows, and he's trembling, a low whine in the back of his throat as he tries to look reassuring. "I still want you to fuck me." He looks down, then, like he's not sure if he's said too much. He hadn't really meant to say it outloud, and now it's right there, on his tongue and in the space between them.
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He talks a little too quickly, but his voice is still light, playful, even as his blue eyes, dark with arousal, look at Roman with too much intensity. He almost leaves it there, but looking at Roman, he can tell that wont cut it. That Roman needs to heard something more, and Peter knows that if this is an issue, he's got to be the one to jump off the bridge. So he shrugs his shoulders.
"I had this dream last week. It felt like one of the ones where you were there with me." He's never admitted that he can tell the difference; when Roman is there, his Swadisthana hums. "You were in it, and I ended up sucking your dicks. You had three of them, except they were.. kinda like tentacles, I guess."
He looks at Roman, and he shrugs his shoulders again. "Point is, I don't care. If I'm a sick fuck, and you just have a big dick, or if you do have three tentacles in your pants."
He swallows, and he's trembling, a low whine in the back of his throat as he tries to look reassuring. "I still want you to fuck me." He looks down, then, like he's not sure if he's said too much. He hadn't really meant to say it outloud, and now it's right there, on his tongue and in the space between them.
"I need you."