[They're really doing this. Fuck. Ronan is hard in his jeans already and for the first time since this hell began, all he can think about is Adam's skin and the gentle fall of his hair and the delicate curve of his fingers, and for the first time he's not thinking about their separation or about Adam's imminent danger or about anything except for the two of them right now.]
i feel like ill die if i cant get my hands on you. fuck. are you making it good for yourself? be slow. do it how you like. i want you to tell me how it feels.
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i feel like ill die if i cant get my hands on you. fuck. are you making it good for yourself? be slow. do it how you like. i want you to tell me how it feels.