Roman sat on his hunches, wiping come from his lips before licking his finger clean. Semen? Not as good as blood Roman decided, but it was also not terrible, since it had that same salty and metallic qualities to it. "Didn't say I don't want to, but I don't want to hurt you."
He stretched out, covering Peter's body as he kissed him. His erection, hot and needy, pressed against their bodies, clearly showing how much he wanted more, wanted Peter. He drew his head back and stared at Peter. "I've eaten girls on their period. They thought that I was the kinkiest fuck around, but now it makes how much I wanted to do it without wanting them. You? I want to fuck you and not for the blood."
He pressed their lips together while he rocked against Peter, cock sliding against his marked hip. "Today, we're going out and getting supplies," he murmured as he kept rutting against him.