It almost feels as if he's waiting an eternity, every second that ticks by making his blood boil ever hotter. It's going to be the anticipation that kills him, he thinks, the wait as painful as anything yet. For a brief moment, he wonders if Adam's going to go through with it at all, not for any reason other than Peter's own uncertainty. But it draws him in, his own fears making his mouth go unnecessarily dry while he waits for Adam to make his decision.

And then, as Adam's lips press into his, Peter's eyes finally drift shut and he simply sinks into it. Without having to wonder anymore, the heat finally rushes to his face, practically making the rest of him go numb. Peter was fairly sure that he'd already given all of himself over, but he was wrong otherwise how would he put as much behind the kiss as he suddenly finds himself doing. One of his palms finds Adam's cheek, the other still grounding him in the sand; or at least it's trying to considering attempting to keep himself from falling apart is a wasted effort at this point. All of his focus is dragged into Adam's warm mouth against his and nothing could drag him away. Adam's overtaken him, stolen every single one of his senses -- he can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but find himself wholly captivated by the man against him.