Roman couldn't care less about walls and noises. If someone didn't like it, too fucking bad, because he was loving it. He'd never seen Peter so unguarded before now, except for that one day when he'd witnessed the transformation, and even there Lynda was there as a buffer.
He didn't think that it could get any better and then the smell of blood hit him and he moaned around Peter's cock, before sucking him down so that he could lap at the root, his throat closing around the head as he swallowed. The metallic taste was sweet and salty at the same time, giving him a heady feeling that made him harder than he thought possible.
He wanted more. More blood, more sounds, more of everything. He sucked harder, not giving Peter the time to breathe or think. He knew that he'd be pushing Peter over the edge, but tight now, he just needed more.