Adrian smiled - or as much as he could - around Stephen's cock when he saw him grab for the door, knowing he was doing something right. He grabbed at Stephen, fingers digging into his hipbones and groaned at the taste of precome on his tongue.
He reached up to grab Stephen's hand, placing it on the back of his head and looking up at him meaningfully. He wanted to talk to everybody later and for his voice to be rough, for his throat to hurt. If they were going to do this then they were definitely going to do it properly.