Saline Dream | Rumancek

Chapter 1/1

Peter squirmed in the leather armchair, uncomfortable. What Pryce had done to him at his little "checkup" ... well. He would just say he was a bit inflamed. Things downstairs? More fucked up - more dysphoric - than usual.

It wasn't the touching of his junk that bothered him. He knew how Pryce was and fuck him but sometimes Peter LIKED it. But this time? The needles were a bit much. A LOT much, actually. When he talked about bottom growth he certainly hadn't meant this. The saline was cold as it went in, under his skin, and it straight up itched as the skin stretched and expanded. The wolf had trusted that Doctor Pryce was trying some new method of encouraging bottom growth, but maybe he shoundnt have. Because now he was sitting at the Godfrey house and now Roman was looking at him weird.

Fuck. He knows. He has to know. A guy knows when something is wrong with his boyfriend- even Roman Godfrey. "The fuck is wrong with you, dog boy?" Green eyes moved slowly over Peter as the upir took a long drag of a cigarette. "You look like you're about to drag your ass all over Olivia's Persian rug."

The traveler squirmed, pressed his thighs together. That was a mistake, because it only caused even more pressure. A thankfully silent moan left his lips as he stared back at Roman. "I - I had an appointment with Pryce today." He swallowed hard, a hand coming up to scratch at the stubble on his face. "Still feel kind of weird."

That was a believable lie. Pryce and Godfrey tower had aided him in a lot of his transition - made him no longer the too-thin boy he'd been when he and Lynda had pulled their shit into town. He no longer needed his binder, and they'd managed to cut down the healing time on his top surgery; Peter hadn't needed drains at all and the swelling was minimal.

However, Roman was seeing right through him. Or, he was trying to anyway.

Blond eyebrows knit together as he leaned in, smoke billowing from plush lips. Roman made eye contact with the werewolf as he spoke, "What's wrong, alpo breath?"

"Don't give me that roofie-eyed bullshit," Peter drawled, leaning back in the chair and looking elsewhere. "Just some...weird guy-pussy stuff." He kept his eyes averted, suddenly focused on a book on Olivia's bookshelf. He knew it wasn't Roman's. Roman didn't read.

Godfrey licked his lips, never taking his eyes off Peter once as he put the cigarette out on his palm and then sat it on the ashtray. "Guy-pussy stuff, huh?" A slow smirk began to grow. "What, is he turning your hot pocket into a hot dog now?"

"I will kick your fucking ass-"

"Well! I wanna see. Show me. I have rights to your beanie weenie-"

Peter was starting to get a little red in the face as he sat up, inches from Roman's face. "Say something else, Norman Bates."

The room was silent for a minute save for the fireplace crackling, and neither of them moved. That is, until Roman cleared his throat. "I wasn't fucking around." His eyes flickered over Peter's face, soft expression out of place on his features. "What's he doing? I want to see."

Well, fuck. Boyfriend-mode Roman wasn't usually whipped out on Peter like this. But he couldn't deny his request. His hands were on the button of his jeans in a second, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. They were opened quickly, ratty boxers peaking out the fly. "Wait." He stopped, head twisting to look at the door. The thought of someone walking in on them instantly made him go wet. Oh for god's sake- "What about-"

"Olivia? She's probably somewhere with my uncle." Roman smirked. As if no one knew what she was up to. "Shelly Is reading to kids at the library." That smirk grew, long arms extending so his fingers could dig into Peter's thighs and spread his legs wide.

It was probably too late to back out now. Peter's heart was racing and he could feel it every bit in his core. For fuck's sake, he was doing this. His ass lifted from the seat and he shoved his jeans and boxers to his knees. A shuddering noise passed his lips as he sat back down on the warm leather, bare-pussied and all.

Roman just stared at first. Holy fuck. His mouth instantly went wet, fingers moving up his boyfriend's inner thigh to give his swollen lips a tentative rub. Peter instantly whined and fell back in the chair, thighs opening eagerly for the upir to touch him. "Shee-it," he hissed, thumb rubbing against Peter's also-swollen dick. "Pryce did a number on you."

Peter swallowed, dark eyes moving over Roman's face as he tried to read it. "This shit hurts." Pain aside he still closed his eyes, relaxing into the familiar way his partner rubbed at his dick. "Gonna make me cum, though. If you keep going like that."

"Yeah? You in heat, my pretty little bitch?" The way the words were cooed made the wolf want to hit him, and his face became somehow even redder. "Looks fucking disgusting," Roman mused, pinching and tugging so hard it made Peter lift his hips involuntarily.

The way he cried out bounced off the soundproofing of the old books and probably choked their way up the chimney. God, he was embarrassed and so SO fucking turned on. He could feel just how wet he was, smearing against the leather seat and slicking up his ass cheeks. "Please- Roman come on. "

"You're making a fucking mess. Rubbing your dirty pussy off on my expensive ass leather, huh? Who said you were allowed on the furniture, puppy? Hm?" His fingers were jerking at Peter's dick now, and Peter was speechless for the first time in a while. It was like is brain was on vibrate, and begging to be degraded more.

"Nooo," the word was whined, Peter still focused on the way Roman was rubbing his cunt while he spoke. "Fuck, shut up you asshole. Fucking, unngh-!"

Two long fingers curled into his heat, brushing against Peter's cervix. "GOD you pervert. Pussy's soaked. You're pathetic baby. A fucking animal in heat. So goddamn horny and stupid for me. You let Pryce fuck your hairy little cunt?"

The idea swirled in Peter's head and joined the others, his face far too red for his liking. "No man fuck you," he growled. Though, it was a pretty pathetic growl. His tell was the way he squeeeeezed at Roman's fingers at his words. The upir laughed, pumping his digits in and out of the younger boy now. If Peter wasn't careful he would cum any minute.

"You'd let him though." Roman smirked. "Bet you'd let anyone right now." His free hand cradled the back of Peter's knee and he pushed it up toward his chest for a better view of both holes.

Fuck, sure, if they'd get him off. Roman was just fucking around now. Barely rubbing at his dick but still pumping his fingers in and out. However he still looked pretty breathless, mouth parted and eyes staring at Peter's dick.

Peter thought for sure he'd been turned off, until his boyfriend was kneeling between his legs and mouthing at his junk. "Oh my god-" His words were cut off by a moan that he quickly swallowed, fingers threading into blond hair as he rutted against that perfect blowjob mouth. He ground against Roman's face so hard that his swollen pussy HURT, but he continued to sob out words of encouragement as he shook in his seat. "Goddddd. Yes babe- gonna cum. Gonna- fuck" His thighs clamped against Roman's shoulders.

Roman smirked against Peter's skin, tongue now laving short little strokes over him. God his partner tasted amazing. His smirk didn't disappear as he sat up, eyes glazed over and chin dripping wet. "Fucking. Amazing."