Roman laughed with Peter. "I don't know, pretty sure neither of us is hard in the present, but we can always rectify that." He finally closed the short gap and kissed Peter. It wasn't soft or romantic, but hungry and demanding. His teeth scraped against the inside of Peter's lip, canines breaking the thin skin and he licked the few drops of blood, knowing how quickly the wounds inside your mouth healed, and fuck if that didn't really make him hard.
He grinned as he pulled back. "So.. we're doing this. I'm sorta sorry that Olivia isn't here. I really would love to see her face." Although his mother was probably fine now that she had the perfect granddaughter.
He leaned in for another kiss. "Mmmm, I might just get used to this." The blood, too, but he wasn't going to push. He was fine cutting himself and getting what he needed.