[Ronan grins into their kiss, toothy and pleased with himself at Adam's breathless desperation. He enjoys this, undoing the other boy under his fingers and tongue, watching the flush rise high in his cheeks until his arousal overtakes the rest of him and the parts of him that think we shouldn't be doing this here are quickly overshadowed.
Part of him wants to ask Adam to confess his love again, just so that Ronan can hear the words when he slinks down his chest, but the rest of him knows that he doesn't need to hear it. Adam's love has been everywhere since the day he experienced it- just being touched by him, kissed by him, surrounded by him, is enough. He knows, he doesn't need the validation.
Which is why Ronan is silent when he finally pulls back, quirking an eyebrow up toward Adam before nodding in a jerky motion, and he leans in to accost Adam's throat again.
He's not there for long though, just ensuring the the bruise from earlier will really last before he dips back down, working his hand out of the front of the other boy's pants and unbuttoning them instead, onehanded with the type of skill that suggests he does this often. Because, well- he does.]
You know what I love most about doing this?
[It's kind of a trick question that he leaves Adam to mull over while he slips down to the other boy's stomach, licking his way down the planes of his abdomen, pressing his mouth below his belly button. In truth, Ronan loves all of it- he loves the taste of Adam, the warm weight of him in his mouth, he loves being on his fucking knees for him, like he's praying, like he's worshiping, like Adam is a king that Ronan would gladly serve- he loves all of it.
With Adam's pants unbuttoned, the zipper is easy enough to tug down, and Ronan uses both hands now to slide Adam's pants and underwear over his hips, lifting a little so Adam can ease up to help him.]
It's the way you breathe. You're so quiet, but I can hear you breathing. [He confesses it on a whisper as the rest of Adam's body is revealed to him, and Ronan would like to get to work right there, but Adam's legs are still constricted by his jeans, which are on over his- shoes, damnit, and Ronan is growing impatient with wanting him. He doesn't hide it very well, and his movements grow a little more insistent, pressing a sucking kiss into the sharp line of Adam's hipbone while he focuses his attention on one shoe, one leg, pulling back momentarily to yank everything off so he can lift it by the knee and press his cheek into the warm inside of Adam's thigh.]
When your breath catches and your fingers- [he murmurs, sinking in, sliding his tongue along the narrow stretch of skin where Adam's thigh meets his groin.] -when you press your hand against your mouth and breathe hard through your nose.
[Ronan scrapes his teeth just barely over the sensitive skin there and peers up at Adam's face, his eyes alight, his expression nothing short of devious.]
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Part of him wants to ask Adam to confess his love again, just so that Ronan can hear the words when he slinks down his chest, but the rest of him knows that he doesn't need to hear it. Adam's love has been everywhere since the day he experienced it- just being touched by him, kissed by him, surrounded by him, is enough. He knows, he doesn't need the validation.
Which is why Ronan is silent when he finally pulls back, quirking an eyebrow up toward Adam before nodding in a jerky motion, and he leans in to accost Adam's throat again.
He's not there for long though, just ensuring the the bruise from earlier will really last before he dips back down, working his hand out of the front of the other boy's pants and unbuttoning them instead, onehanded with the type of skill that suggests he does this often. Because, well- he does.]
You know what I love most about doing this?
[It's kind of a trick question that he leaves Adam to mull over while he slips down to the other boy's stomach, licking his way down the planes of his abdomen, pressing his mouth below his belly button. In truth, Ronan loves all of it- he loves the taste of Adam, the warm weight of him in his mouth, he loves being on his fucking knees for him, like he's praying, like he's worshiping, like Adam is a king that Ronan would gladly serve- he loves all of it.
With Adam's pants unbuttoned, the zipper is easy enough to tug down, and Ronan uses both hands now to slide Adam's pants and underwear over his hips, lifting a little so Adam can ease up to help him.]
It's the way you breathe. You're so quiet, but I can hear you breathing. [He confesses it on a whisper as the rest of Adam's body is revealed to him, and Ronan would like to get to work right there, but Adam's legs are still constricted by his jeans, which are on over his- shoes, damnit, and Ronan is growing impatient with wanting him. He doesn't hide it very well, and his movements grow a little more insistent, pressing a sucking kiss into the sharp line of Adam's hipbone while he focuses his attention on one shoe, one leg, pulling back momentarily to yank everything off so he can lift it by the knee and press his cheek into the warm inside of Adam's thigh.]
When your breath catches and your fingers- [he murmurs, sinking in, sliding his tongue along the narrow stretch of skin where Adam's thigh meets his groin.] -when you press your hand against your mouth and breathe hard through your nose.
[Ronan scrapes his teeth just barely over the sensitive skin there and peers up at Adam's face, his eyes alight, his expression nothing short of devious.]
Only I get to hear that. It's perfect.