[ Roman's thighs parted, making it easier as Peter's hand slipped between his legs, up over his ass, mostly bared by that thin slip of black fabric. He gasped, shivered at the feeling as he leaned back against his locker. As if the things they were saying weren't bad enough, the fact of having Peter's hand up his skirt was hot in a whole different sort of way. Something girlish, as well as being dirty. ]
Maybe I'll let you choose anyway...
[ A low murmur of words that followed after that short, muffled moan. Slender body trembling as he leaned softly into Peter's space. He liked it, the things that Peter said, the way he looked at him, touched him.]
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Maybe I'll let you choose anyway...
[ A low murmur of words that followed after that short, muffled moan. Slender body trembling as he leaned softly into Peter's space. He liked it, the things that Peter said, the way he looked at him, touched him.]