[He asks, teasing, but knowing without a doubt that Adam is right. Adam has him, clutched between his fingers, held between his thighs, nestled into the very crook of his heart. There's no part of Ronan that Adam doesn't have permission to touch and explore, and the muscles in his back flex under Adam's searching fingers in demonstration.
He's still wearing his jacket- Adam is still wearing all of his clothes- and they're out here, blocks from home in broad daylight, but all he wants to do is just rut against the other boy until they wear themselves out with it. And really, when the idea presents itself like that, it's hard not to rock his hips against Adam's own, pinning him effectively against the nearby wall and grinding low and rough against him.
Ronan's breath comes out ragged and warm against Adam's neck, tongue pressed against his skin, teeth catching just barely, hinting at something harsher.]
You wanna go home?
[He finally asks, though they're both a bit beyond that now. Most of the time, they can manage the self control it takes to get somewhere alone and quiet, but sometimes when Ronan just needs him and Adam opens up and responds the way he does, there's really no stopping them and they wind up fucking in the clinic, exchanging rushed blowjobs at the orchard, sliding their hands down past waistbands in abandoned stores. It's crazy, but Adam makes him want to do all sorts of irresponsible things, and Ronan never gets tired of his body, of his fingers, of the surprised way he gasps when Ronan gives him pleasure just the way he wants it.
It's impossible to keep his voice even when he speaks again, and so it comes out a little rough, scraped against the reddening mark on Adam's collarbone.]
Or- I can bring you inside, here. Lock the door. Put your back on the ground and taste you. [He swallows hard. Just imagining it makes his mouth go dry.] You want that?
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[He asks, teasing, but knowing without a doubt that Adam is right. Adam has him, clutched between his fingers, held between his thighs, nestled into the very crook of his heart. There's no part of Ronan that Adam doesn't have permission to touch and explore, and the muscles in his back flex under Adam's searching fingers in demonstration.
He's still wearing his jacket- Adam is still wearing all of his clothes- and they're out here, blocks from home in broad daylight, but all he wants to do is just rut against the other boy until they wear themselves out with it. And really, when the idea presents itself like that, it's hard not to rock his hips against Adam's own, pinning him effectively against the nearby wall and grinding low and rough against him.
Ronan's breath comes out ragged and warm against Adam's neck, tongue pressed against his skin, teeth catching just barely, hinting at something harsher.]
You wanna go home?
[He finally asks, though they're both a bit beyond that now. Most of the time, they can manage the self control it takes to get somewhere alone and quiet, but sometimes when Ronan just needs him and Adam opens up and responds the way he does, there's really no stopping them and they wind up fucking in the clinic, exchanging rushed blowjobs at the orchard, sliding their hands down past waistbands in abandoned stores. It's crazy, but Adam makes him want to do all sorts of irresponsible things, and Ronan never gets tired of his body, of his fingers, of the surprised way he gasps when Ronan gives him pleasure just the way he wants it.
It's impossible to keep his voice even when he speaks again, and so it comes out a little rough, scraped against the reddening mark on Adam's collarbone.]
Or- I can bring you inside, here. Lock the door. Put your back on the ground and taste you. [He swallows hard. Just imagining it makes his mouth go dry.] You want that?