A shiver ran through Pet as his body was exposed to the air, chill and nerves both equally responsible for it, and for the bumps that ran up his arms and legs. He almost considered asking to stop, if only to spare himself the discomfort.
Adam though, Adam was warm. The wink he offered upwards to Pet had enough force in it to send his head back, elbows sliding out from under him. The hands that wrapped around his hips were big, and warm, and if Pet could focus just on that feeling, he would be content. He wondered what it would be like to roll his hips into the hands on him, realized in the same moment he didn’t have to wonder, and did it, pressing up against Adam with a soft noise, more desperate sounding than Pet means.
”That’s no-ooh!” Pets complaint about the complimentary words is cut off by the surprised noise that punches out of his chest. He keeps his eyes open with a Herculean effort, his head tipped to watch Adam. Like being able to see what’s about to happen will help him at all. Now that he’s no longer supporting himself, one of his hands flies down to tangle in Adams hair, trying to pull him closer.
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
