The only word for what Peter was feeling at the moment was overwhelmed. He wouldn’t call what Adam was doing to him love, but it was the most caring thing he’d ever had done to him, and that made his stomach flip, even while arousal shot through him. It was a new kind of head rush.
A part of Pet thought that maybe he should be embarrassed. Clinging to a man like he was drowning, trying to pull him back against his throat, his lips, his skin. There was a scary moment as he was being moved that felt sickly familiar, discomfort making him push back with his elbows, sitting up so he could watch what Adam was doing.
It turned out to be a good choice. Having Adam between his legs would have been plenty, but Peter has leaned down just to time to watch Adams lips brush against his clothed erection. This seemed s touch fast, if he really thought about it, but he wasn’t in the position to be doing much thinking. And he really wanted this. Peter nodded his approval, then spoke as well, for good measure. ”Yes... yes please.”
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
