[Ronan can hear it, Adam's beautiful voice and his soft breaths, and he's louder than he usually is- Ronan files that thought away for later. For now, it's good to just bask in it, fully aware that somewhere in this godforsaken universe, Adam is doing the same, drawn out and unwound.
He wants to see it, but he's not sure if he can muster the energy to reach for his phone to change to video- this wasn't about performing anyway, it was about being with one another during this.
Maybe. It could just be the post-coital bliss, and so Ronan tries to refrain from assigning any deeper meaning to their phone sexing. What matters is this: he misses him. He misses him so much, and they just brought one another off by their voices alone. That has to count for something.
He lets out a deep sigh finally, lifting up his cleaner hand to rub at his face, groggy and still dazed from it.]
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He wants to see it, but he's not sure if he can muster the energy to reach for his phone to change to video- this wasn't about performing anyway, it was about being with one another during this.
Maybe. It could just be the post-coital bliss, and so Ronan tries to refrain from assigning any deeper meaning to their phone sexing. What matters is this: he misses him. He misses him so much, and they just brought one another off by their voices alone. That has to count for something.
He lets out a deep sigh finally, lifting up his cleaner hand to rub at his face, groggy and still dazed from it.]
...you still there?