If it wasn't for his need to grab into things and how quickly Roman went back to his 'art' Peter would have smacked him for that joke. Instead he managed a growl.
With another hitch of his breath, Peter had not expected Roman's mouth and tongue to move over to his cock. Usually the giver, Peter was okay being selfish for once as Roman experimented. Everything he did was very much working for Peter, the hardness he achieved so quickly proving that as much as the moans were. The deeper he took him in the more he could feel the intense heat collecting inside of him. No girl he had ever had the pleasure of could get all the way down without issues.
His nails had shifted in the midst of the attentions, longer and sharp enough to break skin. Humans never got so much from him that he would partially shift. He could already feel the precum as he closed in in his edge, almost to quick for his liking as he wanted this step forward in their relationship to last.
He hoped the walls of the rooms weren't too thin with the amount of sound he was making. One of his sharp nails slid across his root leaving a trail of blood for Roman to get to. "I'm close," he groaned.