Black thong, actually. And here I was gonna give you a prize if you got it right.

[ He tries to grin, play it off as another flirtation, but he's distracted. It's so hot, somehow, the way that Peter's filthy, presses at kinks Roman didn't even quite know he had. Like this, treating him like a slut, and he's leaning in, dragging delicate fingers against his side. ]

Yeah? You really want to watch me with someone else's cock down my throat? Pervert.

[ As if he has any room to talk. He's still flushed, his breath uneven, those things he can't hide that give him away. ]