Loneliness... is such a sad affair
and I can hardly wait
Sparks and static trail after Adams lips, Adams fingers, Adam. Pet has never felt anything quite like this, like the hammering in his chest ears, the haze of heat and fouling pleasure in his head and stomach. It is hard to pay attention to anything but the motion of Adams finger, fingers, inside of him, to do anything but try to rock against the motion. Pet couldn’t move to kiss at Adams skin, couldn’t make his mouth work to make words anymore. All he could do was close his fingers around Adams shoulder, and tangle them in his hair, and moan, and watch. The watching almost did more to him than the touching did. Pet could feel his release, slowly at first, but then faster, cooling in his gut until—
Until Adam pulled his fingers away, a surprised gasp pulling itself from Pet as the sensation he’d been losing himself in was taken away suddenly. He knew what came next, what was coming, eager excitement creeping into his moment of lucidity. His skin still tingled where Adam touched him, and he sighed softly as Adam opened his thighs, held him open.
”I-I wa-wan... I want more. I want ever... everything you wanna give.” The words came out shaky, but grew more confident, more tinged with desperation they went on. Blue eyes met dark ones (no, not dark, rimmed darkly, but warm, like gentle winds and sunshine) and blinked, slowly, shyly. ”P-Please Adam?”
to be with you again
PETER
