Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Was he feeling Good? What a silly question, the answer was plain to see, written all over Pets face, his fluttering eyes, his slightly parted lips. He was feeling fantastic. Focused, but not so much so that he couldn’t lose himself in Adam, in control of exactly where things were going to go. And if he was going to get lost in something, why not make sure it was the whole picture and not just the details?
Moving only made it easier to lose himself, Peter’s eyes narrowing to almost nothing as he fought to not close them. The noises Adam made, the way he writhed, it was all enamouring. The dirty talk was something else entirely, Adams words pulling a helpless moan from Pets lips, his pace increasing without him even thinking about it. For all that he wanted to avoid hurting Adam, he was a slave to the words, and hoped, quietly, distractedly, that he’d get more of if.
If they kept up like this, he want going to last very long, but somehow that didn’t feel too bad. It was hard to think of that as a bad thing at the moment. It was hard to think at the moment. All there was was him, and Adam, and the snap of his hips between them. Pet leans forward, wanting to kiss the other man again, but settles for resting his forehead against the others chest and kissing and mumbling words there instead, half spoken promises. ”Want you too. So bad. So much. Wa-wanna... f-fuxk!”
