Pressure is building and everything's melting away but still he holds fast to Peter, the only thing tangible in this made up world. He brings their hands between them, settling over his heart, and somehow it makes his own pulse all the louder. He nuzzles in closer at his name, letting that sound resonate as he struggles with his quaking muscles not to give in.
He's almost not sure he's capable of movement anymore, caught there in stasis, Peter's flesh his only means of survival. It's all collapsing in on him and if he doesn't move soon he'll be crushed by the undertow. "Peter," it's something like a command, but without a directive it's merely an empty word. And yet he had to say it all the same.
His hips shudder upwards, barely a twitch, but it's already threatening to be his undoing. He bites his lips raw to try to prevent it, testing another hesitant roll. The sound that pours from him isn't wholly human, but he can't stop it; Adam can only press into it, burying his face against Peter's neck. Now that he's broken their stalemate, it's impossible not to repeat the action, every nerve in his body thrumming with each subtle shift.
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He's almost not sure he's capable of movement anymore, caught there in stasis, Peter's flesh his only means of survival. It's all collapsing in on him and if he doesn't move soon he'll be crushed by the undertow. "Peter," it's something like a command, but without a directive it's merely an empty word. And yet he had to say it all the same.
His hips shudder upwards, barely a twitch, but it's already threatening to be his undoing. He bites his lips raw to try to prevent it, testing another hesitant roll. The sound that pours from him isn't wholly human, but he can't stop it; Adam can only press into it, burying his face against Peter's neck. Now that he's broken their stalemate, it's impossible not to repeat the action, every nerve in his body thrumming with each subtle shift.