[He watches Ronan, a little amused and a lot aroused. If Adam had more sense or more self-control he'd have insisted they go home first, but when it comes to Ronan, he seems to have neither of those things. He's lost count of the times they've been unable to keep their hands off each other, and while they always manage to find some kind of privacy, sometimes it's only barely that, and he never cares as much as he probably should.
He props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Ronan. He likes the way Ronan moves, the way Ronan looks at him even during the brief period they're separated. The being separated part is less nice - he misses the warmth of Ronan's body against his, the way they move together.
Then Ronan returns to him, and Adam settles back, and he doesn't even bother trying to pretend he's not appreciating the view of Ronan removing his shirt.]
Right here. Fuck, Lynch - anywhere.
[He won't pretend otherwise. He's sure Ronan already knows it, anyway - Adam's not the type to insist on soft cushions and spotless sheets, though he wouldn't say no to that, either. To him, it doesn't matter where they are, so long as Ronan is touching him. So long as Ronan wants him.
He has all the affection he could ever have asked for, more than he ever dreamed of. Even so, he's still hungry for Ronan, still always eager to reach out, to kiss and be kissing, to explore Ronan's body and feel Ronan's hands on him.
He catches hold of the hem of his own shirt and pushes himself up again, just enough to pull it off, not caring that his bare back will be pressed against the floor. He'd rather have as few barriers as possible between them. It does dislodge Ronan's fingers, but Adam reaches out to catch his wrist and place it back where it was before, this time skin against skin. He breathes in at the touch, looking up at Ronan.]
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He props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Ronan. He likes the way Ronan moves, the way Ronan looks at him even during the brief period they're separated. The being separated part is less nice - he misses the warmth of Ronan's body against his, the way they move together.
Then Ronan returns to him, and Adam settles back, and he doesn't even bother trying to pretend he's not appreciating the view of Ronan removing his shirt.]
Right here. Fuck, Lynch - anywhere.
[He won't pretend otherwise. He's sure Ronan already knows it, anyway - Adam's not the type to insist on soft cushions and spotless sheets, though he wouldn't say no to that, either. To him, it doesn't matter where they are, so long as Ronan is touching him. So long as Ronan wants him.
He has all the affection he could ever have asked for, more than he ever dreamed of. Even so, he's still hungry for Ronan, still always eager to reach out, to kiss and be kissing, to explore Ronan's body and feel Ronan's hands on him.
He catches hold of the hem of his own shirt and pushes himself up again, just enough to pull it off, not caring that his bare back will be pressed against the floor. He'd rather have as few barriers as possible between them. It does dislodge Ronan's fingers, but Adam reaches out to catch his wrist and place it back where it was before, this time skin against skin. He breathes in at the touch, looking up at Ronan.]
That's better.