As much as Peter would give for all of this to be taken slowly, to let Adam take him apart in slow, unending increments, he's not sure he could stand the sheer torture of it. Or maybe he could, he's getting enough of a taste of it by being held against the mattress, the perfect ache that he can't do away with settling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe if he had half a mind he'd tell Adam that he set his alarm just a little bit later, but he doesn't have the breath to spare, wet lips sliding in against the other man's, tongue seeking his.

Peter's hand abandons it's grip at Adam's thigh and tightens back into blonde hair, muffling a groan against his mouth. Eyes squeezed shut, before he even runs out of air, Peter pulls back enough to let go of a strangled whimper from the back of his throat, the release necessary since he can't lift his hips and find what he's looking for. "Adam..." He won't beg, not yet, though it can almost be found in the lilt of his voice if Adam was looking hard enough. But he won't say it, if only because he's starting to enjoy the build up far too much, his tears gone and replaced by forced breaths.

Nosing in against Adam's cheek while he tries to stifle any more sounds, Peter's other hand finds purchase at the other's hip, thumb pressing in to the angle Adam's body provides. His fingers are teasing at the elastic of one of the two layers left between them, but Peter can't bring himself to go any further just yet. If it's to drive both of them mad, he's not entirely sure; maybe it's out of some desire to show Adam they have a hint of extra time, but he's doing it all the same, lips pressing in to the corner of Adam's mouth in a fumbled attempt at a kiss.