[ adam's half hard in his trousers, something he doesn't really acknowledge but also doesn't try to hide or shy away from when iggy pulls him in closer. he exhales quietly through slightly parted lips, fingertips pressing lightly into the muscle at iggy's nape, and when iggy leans in to kiss him again, adam's there to meet him, welcome his tongue into his mouth almost like he was waiting for it. craving it, maybe.
when adam's hands move, they slide from the back of iggy's neck and spread flat against his shoulders, following the length of his spine all the way down to the small of his back. there's pressure under his palms, hot and heavy and meant to keep him close, to keep their hips together as he catches iggy's lower lip with a pinch of his teeth. ]
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when adam's hands move, they slide from the back of iggy's neck and spread flat against his shoulders, following the length of his spine all the way down to the small of his back. there's pressure under his palms, hot and heavy and meant to keep him close, to keep their hips together as he catches iggy's lower lip with a pinch of his teeth. ]