Lifting his chin, almost in an act of defiance, as if he can still keep himself assembled even with the addition of Adam's palm increasing the pressure around him, in fact the only person he feels defiant towards is himself. How can he be defiant when he thinks he might cry all over again, try as he might to keep himself pulled back from Adam's fist, each tug rendering him more useless than the next. Adam's brutalizing thrusts were already more than enough, but the accompaniment of the soft surround of Adam's hand and there's nothing left, nothing to hide behind. He's coming apart in Adam's hands, melting into nothing as heat builds inside each stroke.

Peter's just not sure he can take Adam's stare, not when he only has one hand available to try to bury himself closer with, the other laced with the other man's fingers above his head making his movements stilted. He can't take Adam watching him fall apart under the barrage, it's too much, his skin darkening all the more and he can feel himself slipping. And then there's those three words that have burned a hole in Peter's heart and if he can't hide his face in against Adam's neck, Peter's sure he might find a way to die despite the impossibility of it.

Curling a hand around Adam's neck, Peter finds a way to pull himself in closer, ducking his face down against the other man's skin before he's choking on his own groans. "Adam, I can't--" When his frantic movements slip completely out of his consciousness, he knows he's lost to it and there's no chance for any final words when it all comes crashing down in a rush of blinding heat and tight pressure, chasing every wet thrust with his own hips. Crying out against Adam's shoulder, he's oblivious to the feel of the release caught between them, too far gone to the pleasure flushing his skin, shaking, clinging to Adam with the singular hope that he can hold onto this for as long as humanely possible.