Curling a hand around Adam's neck, Peter's other is still holding fast to his back, Adam's words dragging a harried breath from his throat. Peter's not sure how he's even breathing anymore when he feels like his throat closed shut hours ago, but he keeps managing it, chest aching with the effort. He'd been trying to lay waste to his own needs and he's certain the effort only made them grow double fold and now he's almost embarrassed that Adam has to deal with the repercussions. Peter's nudging himself carefully into each and every one of Adam's touches, searching for every ounce of comfort from things most would find next to nothing.

"I know," is the best Peter can come up with in response, and it's a breath as much as it is words. But it's an acknowledgement none the less, his fingers hooking at the waist of Adam's trousers in a firm attempt to try to drag Adam flush against himself.

Peter's still twitching from overly frayed emotions, sensitive to even Adam's grazing fingers. The way Peter's digging his heels into the bed betrays his attempts at relaxing, but he's trying, muscles tense as he presses his lips breathlessly to Adam's shoulder, his neck, trying to find his pulse not a moment later. Peter's well aware of his own racing heartbeat, but he wants to find the steady rhythm in Adam's, just one more thing to ground himself in.

"Adam..." He has to say his name, has to form the word against his skin, and it sounds more like a question than anything. Peter's pleading against Adam's ear and it's obvious why. But instead of coming up with even more words, his mouth once again finds Adam's, letting himself swallow any of his other desperate words as he tries to open himself completely if only so that Adam can help him hide it all.