Peter has no idea if that's a question, or a simple proclamation of his name. Curious as ever, he manages a quiet, 'mmh?' against Adam's lips, but even then, it's not a fully fledged question and Peter's too preoccupied against Adam's mouth to turn it into one.

Even though he knows that time is ever dwindling, he can't be bothered to truly stop himself. And it's frustrating as it is addicting, needing to make every moment, every second of this count until it's all nearly too much to take. One of his palms finds it's way to Adam's hip, and once it's there, Peter refuses to let go, situating himself in close enough to make the warmth spread all the way up to his cheeks.

But even Peter, addicted as he may be, has to pull back eventually, leaving himself panting a mere breath away from Adam's mouth. "Adam..." He can't stand the thought of leaving just yet and so he buries his face in against Adam's neck, still attempting to curl himself into the taller man from above.