[For a moment, it's like Adam is here with him. The sound of his voice, the skin-on-skin noise of him stroking himself, the way he's so heated and so guttural, like the animal that he only lets out of his skin when Ronan's with him, when Ronan has his clothes off and his mouth pressed against his spine.
He tips his head back and can barely get a breath into his lungs, working his fingers faster, sliding his other hand lower to press against his balls, his knees flexing up to press his feet flat against the couch.]
Want you to touch me, [he manages to breathe out, arching his spine up on a particularly nice stroke. His face is flushed- Adam might tease him about that if he were here, and Ronan imagines Adam a world away with his own hands and his own cock out, just as affected by this and impatient and needy and the mental image of his boyfriend sprawled out in the library about to lose control is what finally makes Ronan come.
He does it in a ragged exhale that sounds almost like a growl and it leaves him shaking, hips twitching as he makes a mess of the shirt that he didn't have the forethought to take off before starting this.]
Fuck- fuck, Parrish, Adam, god.
[He breathes in deep, his head tilted back against the headrest.]
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He tips his head back and can barely get a breath into his lungs, working his fingers faster, sliding his other hand lower to press against his balls, his knees flexing up to press his feet flat against the couch.]
Want you to touch me, [he manages to breathe out, arching his spine up on a particularly nice stroke. His face is flushed- Adam might tease him about that if he were here, and Ronan imagines Adam a world away with his own hands and his own cock out, just as affected by this and impatient and needy and the mental image of his boyfriend sprawled out in the library about to lose control is what finally makes Ronan come.
He does it in a ragged exhale that sounds almost like a growl and it leaves him shaking, hips twitching as he makes a mess of the shirt that he didn't have the forethought to take off before starting this.]
Fuck- fuck, Parrish, Adam, god.
[He breathes in deep, his head tilted back against the headrest.]
Goddamn.