The feeling of Adams cock grinding against him sent a shiver running up Pet’s spine. It didn’t seem to matter to his body that he was the one who’d initiated it. Not that he really had much time to think about the feeling, or his reaction to it, not with Adam moaning and utterly short circuiting Pets brain.
His world had grown smaller until all it was was the bright pinprick of Adam. His face, the way he was hanging over Pet, the warmth from his body. It was all so much. Pet was vaguely aware of words, and a hand stroking down his thigh, making him shiver and writhe, but he was in no way put together enough to actually catch them.
Kisses pressed down on him, lazy and insistent and messy. Something about it made Peter squirm more, his leg moving against Adam in a way that was only a little bit intentional. There was something on Adams tongue that pet didn’t recognize from before, and with a start and stab of arousal, Peter realized it was him.
His eyes slid closed, he wanted to focus on the feeling, one of his arms thrown haphazardly around Adams neck to keep them pressed together and the other slowly, blindly, tracing its way down his body. A scarred finger tip stroked down a shoulder and chest, slipped over the uneven bumps of Adams ribs and dipped into the hollow of his hip. Peter finally lost his nerve there, his finger tracing slow circles.
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
