Roman has no business being even remotely that hot, and fuck but he knows it, if the way he looks up at him is any indication. He’s sinking to his knees and looking up his body. The look in his eyes alone could undress him, but he’s stripping him down, undoing the buttons of his shirt and, fuck, he’s using his mouth.
He can feel Roman’s breath on his body, against his belly and through his trousers as his mouth manipulates the closures, teeth catching the elastic of his underwear. He’s holding his breath, body tense with anticipation and the shivering sensation of Roman so close to his cock, freeing him from his underwear.
Then he’s swearing, his hand curling around the base of his cock and nuzzling in against it, and Cael can’t tear his eyes away.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice shaky from arousal. “Yeah,” there’s no hesitation, because yes, he wants that, he wants Roman to put Cael’s cock where his mouth is, wants to know if he’s just as good as he claims he is.
He wants more. He wants to fuck him, wants to peel Roman’s expensive clothes off his body and push him against the locker and take him, but right now he can’t get past the image of his lips. The way he licks them, slow and intention, traps his attention. He’s eager, too eager, and when Roman doesn’t immediately give him what he’s teasing, Cael rolls his hips, cock pressing back against his cheek demandingly.
“You’re such a slut,” he breathes, because he knows, or he’s gambling, that pushing like this isn’t going to stop him, it will only urge him on. He can’t help himself, not with how perfect Roman looks with his cock pressed against that sinful cheekbone.
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Date: 2013-11-05 10:45 pm (UTC)He can feel Roman’s breath on his body, against his belly and through his trousers as his mouth manipulates the closures, teeth catching the elastic of his underwear. He’s holding his breath, body tense with anticipation and the shivering sensation of Roman so close to his cock, freeing him from his underwear.
Then he’s swearing, his hand curling around the base of his cock and nuzzling in against it, and Cael can’t tear his eyes away.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice shaky from arousal. “Yeah,” there’s no hesitation, because yes, he wants that, he wants Roman to put Cael’s cock where his mouth is, wants to know if he’s just as good as he claims he is.
He wants more. He wants to fuck him, wants to peel Roman’s expensive clothes off his body and push him against the locker and take him, but right now he can’t get past the image of his lips. The way he licks them, slow and intention, traps his attention. He’s eager, too eager, and when Roman doesn’t immediately give him what he’s teasing, Cael rolls his hips, cock pressing back against his cheek demandingly.
“You’re such a slut,” he breathes, because he knows, or he’s gambling, that pushing like this isn’t going to stop him, it will only urge him on. He can’t help himself, not with how perfect Roman looks with his cock pressed against that sinful cheekbone.