Adam had known what he'd begun but it's still disappointing, even if it pushes him impossibly closer to Peter; and that's all he'd really wanted from the start. He licks his lips and in an instant, Peter is pressed back against the mattress tightly, hand pinned above his head. Just being flush is more than perfect, but he can't let Peter end this.

Fingers questing between their bodies, he tests a finger across Peter's need, gentle and firm while his hips work towards a contrastingly violent goal. He's been broken, and he's seeking salvation for them both with each deepening thrust. His fist closes around Peter and it's clear what has to come next, his wrist tugging in time with their coupling.

Adam blinks his eyes wider, biting into his lip to conceal the final sound signaling his own demise. And all that's left is Peter, struggling still to make his way closer, needing to feel his undoing as surely as he needs to watch. "I love you," it's muffled, but there, and true. The truth of it threatens to rip him apart, and he's holding fast to every bit of Peter he can reach, riding the edge of the man's release.