[Even his sweats are too much confinement right now, so Adam pushes them down, over his hips, and wraps his hand around his cock again. He's flushed with arousal, with the sound of Ronan's voice, with the illicit intensity of this. Not that he's likely to be interrupted - it's practically impossible - but the fact that he's not at home behind his own locked door is enough to give it a tinge of danger.
He's not really thinking about that, though. He can't think about anything but his hand and Ronan's voice in his ear.]
Yeah - yeah, I can do that.
[Right now, he would do just about anything Ronan asked. There's still a big part of him that wants nothing more than Ronan here with him, touching him, making all this real - but there's another part that likes this on its own merits. Ronan is not always very vocal, after all, and Adam can admit to loving the way he sounds, like he can barely think straight, like everything he's saying is coming from some base instinctual level.
It's really hot.
He slides his fingers in his mouth, circling his tongue around them, thinking about Ronan - Ronan's fingers in his mouth, Ronan's cock in his mouth, the familiar and thrilling weight of Ronan on his tongue. Adam grips himself more firmly, letting out a choked-off gasp as he moves his hips.]
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He's not really thinking about that, though. He can't think about anything but his hand and Ronan's voice in his ear.]
Yeah - yeah, I can do that.
[Right now, he would do just about anything Ronan asked. There's still a big part of him that wants nothing more than Ronan here with him, touching him, making all this real - but there's another part that likes this on its own merits. Ronan is not always very vocal, after all, and Adam can admit to loving the way he sounds, like he can barely think straight, like everything he's saying is coming from some base instinctual level.
It's really hot.
He slides his fingers in his mouth, circling his tongue around them, thinking about Ronan - Ronan's fingers in his mouth, Ronan's cock in his mouth, the familiar and thrilling weight of Ronan on his tongue. Adam grips himself more firmly, letting out a choked-off gasp as he moves his hips.]