[ Roman smiles as Peter pulls the slender boy toward him, the gypsy looking like the fucking cat with a bird in its mouth. Figures. He gasped, body jerking, rocking up onto the balls of his feet as Peter unexpectedly slapped his ass through the fabric of that cheerleaders' skirt. ]
Not unless you intend to bend me over under the bleachers.
[ He answers with a crooked grin, that quickly thins when he realizes he's not sure if Peter would take him up on it. The moment when he realizes that he would probably let him, even though it was a terrible idea. But, there is something hot about it. Peter bending him over, fucking him in a skirt and a thong under the bleachers. No doubt giving at least a couple curious students an eyeful of Roman clinging to cross-beams as the gypsy boy rocked into him.
Probably not exactly a good idea. Nothing remotely like a good idea, in fact. But it was still kind of hot, in that slutty sort of way that Peter seemed to pull out of him. ]
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Not unless you intend to bend me over under the bleachers.
[ He answers with a crooked grin, that quickly thins when he realizes he's not sure if Peter would take him up on it. The moment when he realizes that he would probably let him, even though it was a terrible idea. But, there is something hot about it. Peter bending him over, fucking him in a skirt and a thong under the bleachers. No doubt giving at least a couple curious students an eyeful of Roman clinging to cross-beams as the gypsy boy rocked into him.
Probably not exactly a good idea. Nothing remotely like a good idea, in fact. But it was still kind of hot, in that slutty sort of way that Peter seemed to pull out of him. ]