Flexing his fingers as if the act alone might allow him to reach, Peter can only drawl out a long whimper, encouraging Adam's slight touches to become something more, something heavier. Reddening under Adam's dark gaze, Peter brings his face closer to the other man's, lips brushing against his in an attempt to capture sounds he's making himself, wanting to feel the vibrations of Adam's breath. But he doesn't have the capacity for intoxicated kisses, head dropping back down against the mattress not a moment later, Adam's touches only enough to fuel his addiction.

With his free hand, Peter latches onto Adam's waist, using the tight hold to cant his hips up against the other man's in a twitchy movement better left for a man with more control. But Peter wants Adam pressed flush now that he can have it, trying to ignore the tight pull of his own muscles in favor of losing his mind to get every hint of skin against skin that he can, sweat making every movement frustratingly slick.

The torture is nearly as sweet as the goal itself, and in part, Peter thinks he might be willing to beg for this to go on for all of eternity. Nipping at Adam's jaw only makes Peter feel all the more submissive, all of his writhing the only thing he has to offer. But even Peter won't let the fingers of his free hand delve any further, caught at the impasse of Adam's hip, the hard muscle of the other man's thigh unrelenting to his tight hold, willing to wait out the tease of Adam's touches to make the ending that much better. Except he can tell himself this for as long as he wants, but that doesn't change his squirming. Pulling at his wrist to see exactly the extent of Adam's control, Peter's hunting for just how far Adam will go to ignore his own still unfurling desperation, only growing hotter as the seconds pass.