Adam does understand, and it's why with a shuddering breath, he removes his fingers, already lining himself up as his teeth tear into Peter's throat. He releases a litany of nonsense words, carefulness forgotten with the bite of Peter's nails. He's cursing, proclaiming his ownership to the dark room as he watches Peter's body beg for it. He's biting into his own lip, trying to keep from crying out just from the sight.
Never has it been like this for Adam, not even last time. This slow ache of need building in his chest, threatening to tear him inside out. This is something different, and he wants it all at once, fighting with himself not to let it be over before it's begun.
With a high-pitched noise, he's pressing in, breathing harried and labored against Peter's cheek. He needs to capture every moment, to preserve it in time to revisit when they can afford the time. For now, there's only this, but it's almost enough to burst him open. His heartbeat is erratic, thundering loud in his ears and directing every action. He needs to pause, to take in Peter at this moment, hips slowing too much for himself to bear. But he pushes on, Peter's name mixing in with fragments of words getting caught in the man's hair.
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Never has it been like this for Adam, not even last time. This slow ache of need building in his chest, threatening to tear him inside out. This is something different, and he wants it all at once, fighting with himself not to let it be over before it's begun.
With a high-pitched noise, he's pressing in, breathing harried and labored against Peter's cheek. He needs to capture every moment, to preserve it in time to revisit when they can afford the time. For now, there's only this, but it's almost enough to burst him open. His heartbeat is erratic, thundering loud in his ears and directing every action. He needs to pause, to take in Peter at this moment, hips slowing too much for himself to bear. But he pushes on, Peter's name mixing in with fragments of words getting caught in the man's hair.