His hips jerk before he can hold himself back, falling forward into Peter's, and he has to press twice as hard into the kiss to muffle the sound. Closing his fingers around Peter's throat sends a jolt through him, as if he can feel his own power in the gesture, heady with the control it brings. Peter is his and suddenly the fast or slow doesn't seem to matter half as much.

"Peter," he hisses, swallowing his own word with Peter's tongue, hips seeking friction of their own. He stops just short, madness surely forthcoming, taking the opportunity to bite down on Peter's lip. The walls are closing in, and if they had to be the last people on Earth, the least they could do is enjoy each other.

Letting up his grip on Peter's windpipe, Adam's kiss only gains cruelty, tearing Peter's mouth open and claiming it for his own. His leg slides against Peter's, catching with hitched breath, but it's with all his strength that he bears down, keeping Peter exactly where he needs to be.