It was comforting to know he could stop at any time, a privilege that Pet nearly thought about using as Adams eyes, then hands, raked down him. He felt exposed, thought it was clear from the look on his face and the redness of his ears that he was more embarrassed than indignant. Embarrassment didn’t stop him from shivering at the feeling of the hands on him either.
To Peters relief, there was a respite from being looked at, and a welcome one at that, Adams lips crashing against him again. He really could do this forever. But then Adams lips were moving away, and with a whine Pet filled his head, trying to follow them, at least until they ghosted over his neck, pulling a surprised moan from him. One hand came up to clamp over his mouth even while the other moved, quite naturally, to cup Adams head. He changed his mind, he could do this forever.
Pet was all but straddling Adam, which made it somehow more embarrassing when a sharp pleasure shot through him along with the mouth on his neck. His whole body jerked, his legs trying to squeeze closed around Adam. Gods, he could do this forever. It was easy to lean into the hand in his hair, exposing more of his neck to Adam without even thinking. The most active parts of his mind were still trying to figure out an effective way to stifle his moans.
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
