The very second he has the chance, Peter's hands are once again at Adam's back, clinging tight as if he hasn't had the opportunity to do so in years. Breath released sharply against Adam's ear, for a few seconds Peter simply enjoys the freedom of touching where he will, no restraint to his explorations. Fingers marking paths down the other man's skin, Peter's laying possessive claim in the only way he can.

Yet at the same time, he's simultaneously trying to open himself wider, drawing a knee up along Adam's side. Digging his heel into the bed gives Peter all the more incentive to arch his hips up against the other man's, but it takes a few seconds to stop himself from the act once he's started, parting his thighs further and shifting to allow Adam to settle in even closer.

Everything about this is different from their last encounter and Peter's blissfully thankful for the mattress at his back, but anticipation is tightening his every muscle. Curling a hand at Adam's neck, fingertips teasing at the damp hair curling at his nape, Peter buries his face in against Adam's neck, a breathy whimper the only indication that Peter's nerves are completely frayed. He's still considerably newer at this than he feels like he should be and with everything else worn away, that fact is once again showing through. But there's no covering it up and Peter's still holding tight, desperate for Adam to complete him, to be the final proof that he's not completely alone.