There was no mistaking the look on Pets face as Adam said he’d show him some stuff. Pure excitement, though it was guarded and nervous. Then Adam was leaning in, hands on his face keeping Peter still, keeping him from moving in to meet the kiss halfway.
It was perfect. If he was more of a romantic, he would be describing fireworks and butterfly’s, but as he was Peter simply did all he could to enjoy it. He kept his eyes open to watch Adams face, wondering if there was something more he should be doing, and then there was a tongue pressing into his mouth and hands on his hips, both things willingly, eagerly accepted. His eyes slipped closed as a soft noise left him, not quite a moan but definitely needy.
As to what he needed, well, that wasn’t a question Pet could answer.
Hand stayed neatly folded in front of him, not moving, the louder parts of his anxieties telling him to not touch Adam, as much as he wanted to, but Pet couldn’t keep himself from leaning in against the other man, their bodies pressing together like matching pieces of a puzzle.
Peter leaned up after Adam as he pulled away, leaned into the softer second kiss. He had no idea how to answer the question asked of him. Of course it was good. He stared up at Adam, eyes bright with embarrassment, with desire, with joy, and tried to put words to the feeling in his chest. The only thing that came out of his mouth was the only thought hammering around his head. ”Don’t stop.”
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
