Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
A short laugh hiccuped out of Pet as Adam flipped them, the others mans excitement incredibly encouraging, the hand stroking over his cock even more so. Like a teaser for what was about to come. Though he did pause, before leaning over to grab the lube, to look down at his lover, and say very seriously: ”This is... new, for me.” This hopefully clear as this position, though Pet knew if Adam was in the mood he’d be teased about it.
Pet took a moment to fiddle with the pot of lube, slicking his fingers generously before dropping his hand between Adams legs, pressing in a single digit without much fanfare. It was clear from his face that this didn’t feel how he expected, his hand completely still before he realized the point of what he was doing and started trusting his finger, slowly. There was a look of rapt concentration on Pets face as he added fingers, head tipped towards Adam, but eyes focused between his legs.
In what seemed like no time at all (to him at least, Adam was more than likely long prepped), Pet pulled his hand away and slicked his cock instead, lining up between Adams legs and taking a breath. Before he did anything, he looked up at Adam, worry on his face. ”You’re ready?”
