your sweet caress won't do

Peter

Walking back to you is the hardest thing that I can do

"But..." Pet's face pinches and his eyes dart around, confusion clear in his expression. It fades a bit as Adam presses in against his neck, a shiver running through him and his hands tangling in Adam's clothes. "We are, we... we just moved it all in, we're... m-moved." They just weren't unpacked, but given they didn't have that much, and they had near endless time, was there really any harm in having fun now?

He pulls away, about to get back to work, though he doesn't get far, Adam tugging him back again, into a close, songless dance. Pet can't stop himself from leaning in against his husband, his head tucked into his shoulder. "That's... yes, we um... we should talk to her probably." It's a shame that he can't flush anymore, not really, though there's a definite tint in the tips of his ears, and Pet's voice gives away his pleased embarrassment. "Uh... after though, after the um... the room?"

That I can do for you, for you