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Roman loved to have sex. It was practically his favorite thing to do, and he had always so carelessly used whoever was willing. He was always trying to find a way to fill the emptiness inside him, to have someone to spend time with, but every fuck was a dead end. That is, until he met Peter. The first time Roman had laid eyes on Peter, he was incredibly surprised at how horny the man made him, and how desperately he felt the need to know him. This was a first for him, wanting to get to know someone. He didn't make emotional connections easily, but Peter was something new. Their relationship didn't take very long to form into something bigger, and while Roman had wanted to keep his distance from a real relationship, Peter grew in the void inside Roman the way a dandelion grows in a field of brown, crunchy grass.
So, sure, Roman loved to have sex, but he loved it more when Peter made love to him. Roman loved the thought of Peter making love to him more than the actual act of fucking someone else. Roman had often found himself masturbating to the thought of Peter on the nights that he didn't stay over. Tonight was one of those nights that left Roman lying in bed, feeling that pinch of unease in his stomach that made him cling to Peter, that made him miss him desperately. He wanted him. He wanted to feel his warm skin and inhale his scent, run his fingers through his hair. He wanted to feel the weight of Peter's body on top of his as he held him down.
He slowly slid his hand down his chest, past a full happy trail, past the waistband of his pants and briefs, allowing himself to grip his shaft as it had already started to harden. He thought of the Peter's hands, how they looked when they would roam his body, how they would so gently caress the soft dips in the skin of Roman's hips and thighs. He tried to picture as much detail as he could remember, from the noticeable veins to the tanned tone his skin had, how rough his palms felt compared to the rest of him. Roman moved his fist up and down but found it hard to create friction with such a small amount of room in his pants. He pushes his jeans and briefs down, leaving them pooled at his knees and lifts his shirt slightly to expose his stomach, moaning as the cold air hits his exposed cock. He grips the base and slowly begins moving upwards, sighing from relief and resting his head against his pillow. He closes his eyes as he takes his time to run his thumb over the slit and massage around the head carefully. He imagined that his hand was Peter's hand, attempting to mimic what Peter would've done instead. He would hold Roman's cock more firmly, almost like it was going to run away from him. He would move his fist in a slight twisting motion as he would twirl his tongue around the head like a sucker, and he would stare intently at Roman's face through his eyelashes, as if he were studying every slight reaction Roman would give. He would use his other hand to touch any part of Roman he could reach- his thighs tense under Peter, his soft stomach, his nipples that perk up with his touch, the back of his knee when he wants to hold him down better.
Roman whines, feeling close to his orgasm, but so far away from Peter, wishing so desperately that he was there to make his thoughts come to life. Roman knows he will see Peter tomorrow, but he still reaches for his phone on his nightstand. He has to squint his eyes due to the brightness as he searches for Peter's contact. A photo of Peter's face pops up along with all of their previous conversations, and Roman can feel his cock twitch when he sees the other man's face, a soft smile adorning him.
hey, r u busy
Roman stares at the screen, waiting to see the three familiar dots, but drops his head back against his pillow with an annoyed sigh when the screen doesn't change. It feels like forever when Peter finally responds back, even though it has only been maybe five minutes.
No, I'm just in bed. Why?
Can you come over? I want to see you
But I'm already in bed. I'm going to see you tomorrow
Please, I just really want to see you
No, you can wait until tomorrow. You need to get some sleep anyways. Goodnight
Roman doesn't bother texting back, even more annoyed now that Peter wouldn't come to him.
Fine, I will just have to go to Peter then.
He pulls his briefs and jeans back up, carefully tucking in his boner. It's uncomfortable, but it will have to do for now. He grabs his car keys from his nightstand along with a jacket from the floor and quickly walks out of the room. It dawns on him that Peter may not have any lube at his house, so he trots back to his nightstand and grabs the almost empty bottle of lube and a condom. He shoves both into his jacket pocket as he leaves the room. He does his best to be as quiet as he can, not wanting to interact with his mother or sister while he has a half-hard on. He tip-toes to the door, slipping on his shoes when he does. He squeezes the doorknob tightly, slowly turning it to avoid any noise. He cracks the door open just enough to fit his body through, the door creaking only slightly. He successfully reaches his car without interruption. He starts the engine and makes his towards Peter's trailer, going as fast he could without raising any suspicions from anyone nearby.
He arrives in a timely manner, parking his car wherever he sees fit and lets himself into the house. He knows Peter's mother is home, so he makes a poor attempt to stay quiet as he enters the trailer, but he is past the point of caring. His dick had softened somewhat due to the lack of attention, but as he approaches Peter's bedroom door, he starts to perk up again, knowing Peter was within reach.
It is pitch black in the room when he opens the door. Roman knows his way around the room as he had been in the room countless times. He flicks on the lamp next to Peter's bed to see said man begin stirring. Roman almost feels bad that he woke Peter up just to fuck, but the thought quickly left his mind. Peter squinted his eyes as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.
"Peter, wake up." Roman shoved a finger into his shoulder, nudging him to notice him.
"Why are you here? I told you I would see you tomorrow." His voice sounds clearly irritated, his hand now covering his eyes as he tried to adjust. Roman grabs his other hand and places it on his erection.
"Why am I surprised. I should have known that's what you wanted," Peter says, no longer irritated.
He drops Peter's hand and waits for him to adjust to the light in the room. After a minute, Peter lifts the blanket covering him, inviting Roman into his bed. He kicks his shoes off and throws his jacket somewhere in the room, crawling on top of Peter and covering them both with the comforter.
Roman is quick to kiss Peter harshly and shove his hand in his boxers at the same time, feeling Peter's dick in its rested, limp state. This sweet, sleepy state of Peter makes Roman feel soft inside. Roman is quick to get hard after the anticipation of Peter on the drive over, but it takes Peter a minute or two to stiffen. Their tongues slide against each other's in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, Peter's hands roaming Roman's body and gripping his ass. Roman is practically humping Peter by the time he is hard, his dick painfully hard stuck in his jeans.
. Roman was never a fan of pubic hair, but it only made Peter sexier. It only made him more desperate to have the man pounce him. A memory popped into his head of the one time Peter shaved, and Roman had to admit that, while he was still incredibly attractive, it wasn't the same. He was happy to learn that Peter didn't like it either.
Peter moans again when he focuses on Roman's face as he quickly sucks on Peter, trying his hardest to please the man. His cock twitches when he notices Roman's cock slapped hard against his stomach, standing at attention and begging to be touched. Peter pushes Roman off when he feels that familiar feeling in his stomach, Roman giving Peter a knowing look. He stands up so that he is standing facing Peter, and they share a small moment where they look into each other's eyes, just enjoying each other's company for a second. Peter breaks it when he grabs Roman by the hips and brings him closer to him so that their cocks rub against each other, causing both men to let out a breathy sigh. Roman wraps both arms around Peter's shoulders and brings Peter's face closer to his for an intimate kiss, their tongues quickly mingling together. They stay this way for another moment, just enjoying each other's taste and the way their skin feels when they stand that close together. Peter rolls hips to gain friction and Roman breaks the kiss when he throws his head back in a loud moan.
Roman chuckles and pulls them both onto the bed, Peter once again hovering over him. Roman wastes no time and lifts both legs up until they were bent as much as possible, giving Peter clear access to his hole. Peter bites his knuckle to quiet a loud moan when he sees Roman's pink hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled by Peter's thick cock.
"Ahh, such a cock slut," Peter teases, making Roman groan and nod his head quickly. "Don't worry, baby. Your gonna get it in a second." Peter stand up off the bed and smirks when he hears Roman groan again, this time at the loss of contact. Peter quickly opens Roman's third drawer in his dresser, knowing exactly where Roman hides his lube. He grabs it and returns back to the bed, Roman still in the same position as before with his hole exposed and legs bent.
"Just hurry up and get inside me." Roman's eyes catch Peter's, and he can see the desperation in Roman's eyes. "Please," he practically begs. Peter rubs his lube covered hand over his throbbing cock, moaning at the friction and warmth now covering him. He grabs the base of his cock and brings the head to Roman's hole. Roman wraps his legs around Peter's waist so that both of his feet were resting on each of Peter's cheeks, and he pushes against him to bring him closer, and his cock closer to his hole. Peter can tell that Roman is desperate, so he pushes completely inside Roman within a second, enjoying the way Roman's head falls against his pillow as his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth hanging open with a loud moan. Roman rests both hands on Peter's shoulder, loving the way his cock is stretching his hole right now, they way there is a slight burn that he finds intensifies the experience.
Peter doesn't stop moving for a second. He knows Roman well enough to know that he was in ecstasy, loving the way Peter felt inside him. Peter lifts his hips so that only the tip of his cock was inside Roman's tight hole, and he slams back down. He repeats this motion multiple times, loving the way Roman is writhing beneath him in pure pleasure, the way his legs are wrapped so tightly around his hips, as if Peter was going to get up and walk away. Roman lifts his head so that their eyes met again, having some sort of secret conversation with each other that the two were not aware of. Peter tucks his head in the crook of Roman's neck, slowing sucking on one spot to create a hickey, his hips moving with more vigor than before, wanting to find Roman's prostate, wanting to hear him moan incredibly loud when he found it. He angles his hips in the direction he knows that his spot is in, and it only takes a few more thrusts to get Roman screaming in his ear.
"Holy fucking shit Peter!! Oh my god you feel so fucking good inside me! Oh fuck jesus don't stop!" Roman rambles on, mind becoming scrambled from the intense pleasure Peter was giving him.
Peter stops sucking on the hickey, bringing his lips to Roman's ear and whispers, "Oh yeah? You're such a good slut for me, the way you love my cock, the way to take my cock without complaints."
"Fuck! I love your cock." Roman turns his head to look at Peter's face and he lifts his head to meet his eyes. "I love you so much. More than anything, Peter." Peter kisses Roman, a hard, long and loving kiss that makes Peter's hips stutter. He continues a second later when he feels Roman's heel in his cheek again.
"Fuckin' hell Peter. I'm coming," Roman moans loudly, throwing his head back into his pillow as spurts of white ribbon shoot from his cock, his face contorting. Peter watches closely when Roman cums, loving the way his face scrunches because of the way Peter made him feel. His hips thrust forward until he was buried as deep as possible inside Roman, stilling as he cums inside him, groaning a couple of "Fuck" and "Holy shit Roman" and "Baby!" Roman watches as Peter comes down from the high slowly, looking into his face. He leans down, their chests pressed together, and kisses Roman passionately. They break the kiss and Peter pulls his now-limp cock out of the man, watching as his cum slowly slips out of him.
"I love you so fucking much."
Roman loved when Peter made love to him.