Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Tasting menu didn’t seem like quite enough to describe what Adam did, though it started simply enough. A kiss pressed hard against him, his mouth being coaxed open, bringing with it a moan. The hand on his body is when it becomes more, Pet arching up into the touch, into the lips on him. As it slips into his pants he moans, hips moving even before his cock is touched.
It’s wild how much Adams touch can affect him. How easily he’s reduced to a blushing, moaning, senseless mess. And how badly he wants to be. If he could live in a world that was simply him, Adam, and this heady, smoke filled room, he would be content for a very, very long time.
Not that he’s actually thinking anything quite so eloquent. Pets whole mind is focused on the feeling of Adams hand on his cock, his lips on his neck. The sharp feeling of a mark being pressed against his throat makes the world go white, Pets body arching up off the bed, a long, loud moan dragged out of him. I-I want... I want all uh, all of it, everything. Pl-Please!” The words were forced out, barely coherent between the gasps and moans.
