[Ronan lights up when Adam takes his shirt off, his eyes greedily tracing down the slope of Adam's stomach, the curve of his ribcage, the soft angles of his chest. He sees Adam without his shirt a lot more often nowadays, but he thinks that this might be his favorite part, when they're just starting and eager and pulling off clothing to show what they don't show anyone else.
He leans back in, easing over Adam with a gentle murmur, his fingers pushing up along his chest, thumb catching on a nipple and teasing at it in the moments it takes for Ronan to press their lips together for a kiss. His pants are still on and so are Adam's, and while he'd like to sink right down to the floor with the other boy, he knows the logistics of their situation are going to take some arranging, and he'd rather have it all done at once than to have to keep pulling away.]
What do you want?
[He asks, breathless with it. In the past few months, they've explored all kinds of ways of bringing pleasure to one another, and they both have their favorites. Ronan likes everything because everything involves Adam, but he has to admit that he's partial to- well, to some things.
He grins against the kiss, sharp and delighted, before his hand slides back down Adam's front, under the button of his jeans to make a quick and shocking grab at the other boy's cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, and that might also be his favorite thing, the first time they really manage to touch eachother, the sudden thereness of Adam's dick, how everything about it just manages to be perfect.]
I could put my mouth between your thighs, [he murmurs into Adam's ear, pressing their cheeks together so he can whisper darkly against the soft fuzz of hair at his temple,] lick you everywhere until you're begging me to blow you. I could use my hands on you and hold you down on the ground, right here in this stupid store.
[He leans in just that little bit more, lifting up on his knees, fingers incessant and rubbing against him still, his hand too trapped in Adam's jeans to really stroke him the way Ronan would like to.]
I could fuck you, if you wanted. I could pull you open with my fingers and take you hard, just the way you like it. [Ronan edges forward until he can finally take Adam's earlobe in his teeth, biting gently at the sensitive skin there.]
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He leans back in, easing over Adam with a gentle murmur, his fingers pushing up along his chest, thumb catching on a nipple and teasing at it in the moments it takes for Ronan to press their lips together for a kiss. His pants are still on and so are Adam's, and while he'd like to sink right down to the floor with the other boy, he knows the logistics of their situation are going to take some arranging, and he'd rather have it all done at once than to have to keep pulling away.]
What do you want?
[He asks, breathless with it. In the past few months, they've explored all kinds of ways of bringing pleasure to one another, and they both have their favorites. Ronan likes everything because everything involves Adam, but he has to admit that he's partial to- well, to some things.
He grins against the kiss, sharp and delighted, before his hand slides back down Adam's front, under the button of his jeans to make a quick and shocking grab at the other boy's cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, and that might also be his favorite thing, the first time they really manage to touch eachother, the sudden thereness of Adam's dick, how everything about it just manages to be perfect.]
I could put my mouth between your thighs, [he murmurs into Adam's ear, pressing their cheeks together so he can whisper darkly against the soft fuzz of hair at his temple,] lick you everywhere until you're begging me to blow you. I could use my hands on you and hold you down on the ground, right here in this stupid store.
[He leans in just that little bit more, lifting up on his knees, fingers incessant and rubbing against him still, his hand too trapped in Adam's jeans to really stroke him the way Ronan would like to.]
I could fuck you, if you wanted. I could pull you open with my fingers and take you hard, just the way you like it. [Ronan edges forward until he can finally take Adam's earlobe in his teeth, biting gently at the sensitive skin there.]
Your call, Parrish.