Just a Little Bit

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. Peter was already moaning in a sweet way that was making Adam's pants very tight (it was really quite pointless to put them on, he supposed, but they weren't going to be hard to take off) and he took full use of the neck exposed to him, sucking and biting up and down until Peter's neck was covered in growing bruises, in shades of yellow and purple next to his papery scars. When he decided Peter was ready to move on (from the way he was moaning, panting, holding Adam's hair) he kissed down to his chest, then down his ribs, on his stomach...flipping Peter onto his back, he crouched over him and kissed further until he reached the waistband of his pants and hooked his fingers into it. "May I?" He asked, moving to plant one kiss on the bulge inside the fabric. i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.