[He doesn't know how Ronan expects him to think when he's touching Adam like that, when he's saying those things. He doesn't know how anyone could. He can't focus on anything, can't even keep from bucking his hips up against Ronan's hand, an unconscious and impossible to resist response to Ronan.
He wants all of it, he wants everything Ronan can give him and more. When it comes right down to it, Adam doesn't care what they do as long as Ronan is involved. They've experimented and explored each other, and Adam doesn't think there's anything in the world that Ronan could suggest that would turn him off, no matter how strange, not if it's the two of them.
But, like anyone, he does have things he likes particularly. And this - Ronan intent on him, wanting him, a little dirty and a little rough and a lot sexy - is absolutely one of them, whatever form it ends up taking. And he thinks about it, of course he does, how could he not with Ronan's voice in his ear and Ronan's teeth against his skin?
He thinks about Ronan's mouth, his tongue, the brush of his teeth against Adam's soft inner thighs, the time everyone was out of the house and Ronan came into the kitchen, pushed Adam back against the cabinets, sank to his knees. He thinks about Ronan's hands, his scarred knuckles, his careful touch waking Adam from sleep, the unconcealed pleasure in his expression when Adam wraps a hand around his cock in return. He thinks about the time at the clinic, their stolen moments alone while everyone else was busy or out, when they had no time and every chance to be caught and Ronan still fucked him on one of the empty beds, hurried and hungry and needy on both sides.
He wants it all, and he wants it bad. He moves his hips up against Ronan's hand again and turns his head, catching Ronan's lips, kissing him hard. He wants it all, and it's hard to think about anything else. But somewhere inside Adam even now is a kernel of practicality, and as much as he would desperately like Ronan inside him right here, the weight of Ronan's body pressing him down, the pleasant ache of it - well, they do have to walk home after this. He's got to at least try to be practical sometimes, as much as he wants to be anything else right now.]
Use your mouth. You're being dirty enough already, you might as well put it to use.
[He's breathless even with just this, but how could he not be? Ronan destroys him so easily.]
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[He doesn't know how Ronan expects him to think when he's touching Adam like that, when he's saying those things. He doesn't know how anyone could. He can't focus on anything, can't even keep from bucking his hips up against Ronan's hand, an unconscious and impossible to resist response to Ronan.
He wants all of it, he wants everything Ronan can give him and more. When it comes right down to it, Adam doesn't care what they do as long as Ronan is involved. They've experimented and explored each other, and Adam doesn't think there's anything in the world that Ronan could suggest that would turn him off, no matter how strange, not if it's the two of them.
But, like anyone, he does have things he likes particularly. And this - Ronan intent on him, wanting him, a little dirty and a little rough and a lot sexy - is absolutely one of them, whatever form it ends up taking. And he thinks about it, of course he does, how could he not with Ronan's voice in his ear and Ronan's teeth against his skin?
He thinks about Ronan's mouth, his tongue, the brush of his teeth against Adam's soft inner thighs, the time everyone was out of the house and Ronan came into the kitchen, pushed Adam back against the cabinets, sank to his knees. He thinks about Ronan's hands, his scarred knuckles, his careful touch waking Adam from sleep, the unconcealed pleasure in his expression when Adam wraps a hand around his cock in return. He thinks about the time at the clinic, their stolen moments alone while everyone else was busy or out, when they had no time and every chance to be caught and Ronan still fucked him on one of the empty beds, hurried and hungry and needy on both sides.
He wants it all, and he wants it bad. He moves his hips up against Ronan's hand again and turns his head, catching Ronan's lips, kissing him hard. He wants it all, and it's hard to think about anything else. But somewhere inside Adam even now is a kernel of practicality, and as much as he would desperately like Ronan inside him right here, the weight of Ronan's body pressing him down, the pleasant ache of it - well, they do have to walk home after this. He's got to at least try to be practical sometimes, as much as he wants to be anything else right now.]
Use your mouth. You're being dirty enough already, you might as well put it to use.
[He's breathless even with just this, but how could he not be? Ronan destroys him so easily.]