"Ow. How about that not hurting me?" Peter retorted to the smack sarcastically, while he couldn't hold back a mischievous grin.
The grin faded as Roman confessed, his gaze flicking down to Roman's lips so he didn't have to lock his gaze in their close proximity. "You were the first choice I ever made on my own against my family's wishes," he admitted. "They used everything they could to separate us, to try to protect me. I couldn't function or fight after everything, so the packing the house... The part I know about was because I didn't have you there to help me fight back. I was scared then that you wouldn't want me around."
Kissing him again, Peter was getting more and more comfortable with it, showing himself to have something thathe wanted. Fingers raising to Roman's waist band, nails playing there idly. "It's hot when you drink some of my blood, okay. Those noises-" He kissed him harder.