Adrian's fist clenched into the plush of the sofa behind him when Justin's mouth met his again, speaking things he knew the two of them really could not say out loud anymore, and possibly not ever again. Moving closer, leaning toward him Adrian's hand stopped its movement to lift, grasp Justin's neck kissing him harder, deeper, moving beyond the meaningful words (that were deep in Adrian's heart as well) to just need. Sliding his hands to grasp his shoulder's to help pull him up as Adrian himself stood; he was wobbly on his legs for a half moment before he had his arms around Justin, pulling him close, pressing their bodies together with the kiss.
One of his hands buried in his hair as the kiss moved then from his lips to his jaw, letting the other move down the spine and back of Justin's body grasping low on the side of his waist, pulling their hips closer.