Even with his jaw clenched, Peter can't reign in the groan that's torn from his lungs and at best he tries to press in for another kiss, trying to steal the rest of Adam's words before he can even say them. He's not sure he can take another outward admission of Adam's ownership, the words alone making him ache, heat coiling in his stomach. But all Peter manages is broken breaths against his lips, shaking under Adam's hold.

Peter's already given himself over completely, but that doesn't mean he isn't attempting the occasional unconscious tug to his wrists, though it's more out of the need to touch Adam than it is out of some further trial to test his limits. He can hardly stand it, all his writhing beneath only contributes to working his hips up against Adam's, though it's not as if he could actually stop that, unwilling as he is to try.

Nosing beneath the line of Adam's jaw, Peter's lost himself to Adam's whims and there's no use trying to catch his breath. "I'm yours," Peter forces out his reply against Adam's cheek, working his body against Adam's to meet every one of his advances, "Adam, please." At long last, Peter whimpers the word against the crook of Adam's neck. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, further completion maybe, but it's there and it's hot and needy and Peter can't stop the echoing of the word now the he's let it loose.