Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Pet laughed, sharp and bright, as Adam whispered against his jaw and stripped them. He helped, as much as he could, limbs twisting this way and that until they were naked. Normally, this would be an uncomfortable situation, but right now, with Adam, it was simply warm, and intimate, and happy.
There wasn't a lot of time to enjoy it though, Adam on top of them, hips moving, lips pressed to feverish skin. It would be so easy to lose himself in this, to give himself wholly to Adam, and its a very, very tempting thought. Pet moans loud (not that he had ever not been moaning during this) and arches up into his lovers touch, the delicious slide against his cock. His mouth opens to catch Adams moan, hands moving up to thread through thick dark hair.
A thought comes to Pet suddenly, one that makes him shiver just as certainly as every other sensation coursing through him, though no other feeling makes him pull back, just enough to press words against Adams jaw, and hope they're loud enough to be heard. "C-can we... I wanna be in... in y-you."
