[Ronan smiles and kisses him again, ducking his head forward to press the kiss warmly against Adam's lips, clutching at his shoulders to keep him close- as if he could even think of backing away right now. It's warm and soft and nothing could ruin this moment, the elation of Adam giving his feelings a name and acknowledging them to him.
He knows it's hard. Ronan speaks more in touch than in words and so after saying I love you the first time, he hadn't felt the need to smother Adam in the routine statements of it, instead expressing his love in different ways. He loves Adam, and so he slides his hand over the small of his back, drags a blanket over his sleeping form, trails his tongue down over his stomach. He paints his love in kisses, in caresses and gentle, needless affection and he hopes that Adam understands what he means when he says it without words.]
I know.
[He murmurs it back when the kiss is broken for a brief moment, because of course he did. Ronan knows more than most, the language of touches and longing looks and gentle kisses in the morning. He knows that Adam treats him like someone he loves, but he also knows that Adam needed time to realize it for himself. The fact that he has is- his heart surges just at the memory of him saying it again, and Ronan reaches down, letting his hand fall from Adam's shoulders down to his hips, his back pockets, the tops of his thighs.
Without much warning, Ronan lifts him, expecting Adam to move with it and make it easier, coaxing him to wrap his legs around his waist. Their home is a ways still, but he wants to be close to Adam, wants to show him that love again and to prove it to him with every spare moment that they have.]
I've got you.
[They're only a few steps away from the wall of an abandoned storefront and so Ronan crosses the distance easily to prop Adam's back up against it, grinning as he tips his head to kiss at the other boy's throat.]
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He knows it's hard. Ronan speaks more in touch than in words and so after saying I love you the first time, he hadn't felt the need to smother Adam in the routine statements of it, instead expressing his love in different ways. He loves Adam, and so he slides his hand over the small of his back, drags a blanket over his sleeping form, trails his tongue down over his stomach. He paints his love in kisses, in caresses and gentle, needless affection and he hopes that Adam understands what he means when he says it without words.]
I know.
[He murmurs it back when the kiss is broken for a brief moment, because of course he did. Ronan knows more than most, the language of touches and longing looks and gentle kisses in the morning. He knows that Adam treats him like someone he loves, but he also knows that Adam needed time to realize it for himself. The fact that he has is- his heart surges just at the memory of him saying it again, and Ronan reaches down, letting his hand fall from Adam's shoulders down to his hips, his back pockets, the tops of his thighs.
Without much warning, Ronan lifts him, expecting Adam to move with it and make it easier, coaxing him to wrap his legs around his waist. Their home is a ways still, but he wants to be close to Adam, wants to show him that love again and to prove it to him with every spare moment that they have.]
I've got you.
[They're only a few steps away from the wall of an abandoned storefront and so Ronan crosses the distance easily to prop Adam's back up against it, grinning as he tips his head to kiss at the other boy's throat.]