Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Peter shook and trembled his way through the feeling of Adams hand on his chest, a sharp hiccuping moan leaving him when his nipple was pinched. This was so much better than he had imagined, than he had even dared to imagine. It felt like they were made for each other, made to fit together like this, Adams hands threading through his hair and his forehead pressed into Adams chest.
While Adam might have been able to last longer, Pet definitely could not. He was barely experienced in sex like this, with someone he liked1. Already, he could feel his peak rising up in him, a twisting pleasure in his gut. Adams words were the lynchpin to his undoing though, the gasped words forgoing Pets mind and instead heading straight to his cock, his hips. With a desperate whine, his hips stuttered to a stop, and he held himself inside Adam, moaning through his orgasm.
Though it would make him feel bad after, Pet simply collapsed when he was spent, nuzzling into Adams chest with a soft whine and reaching up to curl his fingers around Adams shoulders. This was more than reward enough for a little bit of help with some cleaning2. Now though, he wanted to sleep, curled in his lovers arms, completely content.
1. More than liked, but he still couldn’t even bring himself to think the word, to bring his hopes up like that.
2. A task he would have done without reward, just to help Adam, to spend time with him.
