Peter was being far too loud for his own liking but couldn't stop himself. When his head was about to hit the headboard, he put his hand up to keep some distance. His biceps flexing to fight against the movement. As soon as Roman could not handle him along with everything else, Peter let go of Roman's shoulder- blood already running down the shoulder from his claws- and tended to himself. Reaching hardness so close to having finished previously had never happened before. All the stimulus, lust and hunger from the previous year of denial coming to a crashing conclusion. Roman's orgasm sent Peter back over the edge as he spilt out over his bare torso with another moan.
The room spun. His head felt light. His internals felt full but good. Every muscle finally relaxing into the warm delirium of mutual release. Kissing Roman again, his breath finally catching up with the amount of oxygen he needed. Letting himself crash back down onto the pillow, he took deep breaths.
"What were you afraid of?" He scoffed, pushing hair out of his face. "Fuck. I think I need that after every full moon." Obviously, he would want it more than that but how rough they could be with each other release the tension caused by the shifting.