It was good that Roman didn't care about the sound as the vibrations from the moan around his length caused Peter to echo of a moan louder than before. The sound filled the small space. The new tightness of him swallowing caused another.
Being a quiet person, her had never made so much noise that his throat was starting to get scratchy before he even got a chance on Roman. The other was the only person he could be unguarded with, he knew that dive they met and was letting it happen with anyone to interfere.
The renewed vigor with the addition of blood was more than Peter could handle. The world fell out around him, a blank space of no thought but pure feeling pulsating through screaming nerves and stunned senses. "Roman," the name was said in a long whine of need. No other word capable of being said.
The built up molten lava inside him burst through the flood gates, filling Roman's mouth with the groan of his name.
Breathing still shallow, he laughed. "Are you sure you don't want to-" Peter tried to catch his breath. He had to release, but his fuzzy mind wanted more. He could only imagine how hard the other was by now.