Forgetting how to breathe, Peter's caught between wanting Adam to go even slower and begging him to do anything but. But speaking isn't an option when he can't even pull air from his lungs, and Peter's just trying to keep himself sane, Adam simultaneously splitting him apart and piecing him back together enough to make him feel like he's going to loose his mind. And maybe he is, but Peter can't be bothered to care, Adam's existence surrounding him enough to make every other thought fade away.

Palming Adam's hip, Peter holds tight in more ways than one, trying to convince himself to wait for Adam to choose their rhythm. His own pounding heart is dictating the need to let Adam do the same to him and even though Peter is trying to restrain himself, muscle memory has him working himself even closer, shaking as he curls himself even tighter against the other man.

His own need is pressed insistently to Adam's stomach and that alone would be enough to make Peter cry out if it wasn't for the burn still spreading through his backside. It might be a faint distraction, a steady background throb that's making his muscles seize, but it's not enough to keep him from loosing himself like he's never done before. There's no one like Adam and this moment is in a world of it's own, no one that's been this able to drag Peter away from his self-inflicted misery quite like this. Finally he lets loose a furling of breathless whimpers against Adam's shoulder, unable to keep quiet anymore with Adam's heat tearing him apart.