your sweet caress won't do

Peter

Walking back to you is the hardest thing that I can do

Pet had been the one to find the cave. Like, it didn’t matter, but... it was still a thought he smugly tucked in against his breast, letting it shine through in the playful edges of his smile. Feet that are surer than they’ve been run boxes up and down the almost stairs, stepping around Adam until the last one.

“Gottem!” He chirps, raising his arms and the box straight up, holding it aloft and rattling it, the silky fabrics within not in the least producing the sound Pet wants. With a huff, he drops it and scurries over to a different one, searching for the decorations he’d picked out immediately. Since they’d come back, they hadn’t truly had a space of their own. Even before, it had been always been someone else’s space that he’d crept into.

Hands pause as a thought occurs to him, the grin on his face face terribly shy when he turns to face Adam. He’s so serious it’s almost off putting, but there’s just enough humour in his voice to soften it. “You... mean dick wagging, right?” The offending words come out in a loud whisper, Pet struggling to not giggle nervously as he speaks.

That I can do for you, for you