[It's a relief to be free of his jeans, all too constricting and tight all of a sudden. But it's nothing Adam can focus on - not with Ronan's lips against his skin, not with those words coming out of his mouth. It's not fair, really, how easy it is for Ronan to drive him crazy, but Adam wouldn't have it any other way. He's hard, of course, and the cool air of the shop doesn't calm him down at all.
He likes it when Ronan talks like this - likes it an embarrassing amount. It's the lack of shame, maybe, the open and intent pleasure in Ronan's voice, the acknowledgement that he notices all these little things and that he likes them, he likes Adam. The sounds he makes - Adam didn't even know he noticed them. Adam barely notices himself, too consumed by pleasure to pay attention.
He's naturally the quiet type, quiet in nearly everything he does. That's always been the case, and intimacy is no different. But Ronan is able to draw things out of him that he didn't expect, that he might be embarrassed by in other situations. But with him it's all right, with him it feels perfect. It's not that he didn't know he did that, but that he'd never thought of it - certainly never thought of it as something that someone would like. That Ronan would like.
It gets under his skin when Ronan says things like that, just like it does when Ronan touches him the right way, when Ronan leaves bruises in the shape of his mouth on Adam's skin, when Ronan gets on his knees for him. It's like little hooks in his belly, in his heart maybe, tugging at him and drawing out responses both physical and emotional. He can't stop it, wouldn't want to if he could.]
You're a fucking menace. You can't say things like that.
[But, notably, Adam is never going to actually tell him not to say things like that. Just that it's terribly unfair when he's already hard, when he already wants Ronan so bad he feels like he'll combust. This just makes it worse, makes it harder - well, literally and figuratively.
He reaches down to skim his fingers over Ronan's hair, eyes on him, never looking away. There's so many things he loves about this. The feel of Ronan's head under his hand, the careful brush of his teeth, how his attention narrows to a singular focus - Adam, just Adam. How the world is entirely the two of them.]
I could be louder, if you wanted. I could say your name.
[He already does sometimes, when they really get carried away, but Adam tends toward quiet. He never wants Ronan to think for a moment that he doesn't want him, though, want him so much he can barely stand it. It's torture, him down there, saying those things, so close to Adam's cock and not quite touching it, but he bites his lips and he doesn't move nearly as much as he wants to, because he wants it just like this.]
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He likes it when Ronan talks like this - likes it an embarrassing amount. It's the lack of shame, maybe, the open and intent pleasure in Ronan's voice, the acknowledgement that he notices all these little things and that he likes them, he likes Adam. The sounds he makes - Adam didn't even know he noticed them. Adam barely notices himself, too consumed by pleasure to pay attention.
He's naturally the quiet type, quiet in nearly everything he does. That's always been the case, and intimacy is no different. But Ronan is able to draw things out of him that he didn't expect, that he might be embarrassed by in other situations. But with him it's all right, with him it feels perfect. It's not that he didn't know he did that, but that he'd never thought of it - certainly never thought of it as something that someone would like. That Ronan would like.
It gets under his skin when Ronan says things like that, just like it does when Ronan touches him the right way, when Ronan leaves bruises in the shape of his mouth on Adam's skin, when Ronan gets on his knees for him. It's like little hooks in his belly, in his heart maybe, tugging at him and drawing out responses both physical and emotional. He can't stop it, wouldn't want to if he could.]
You're a fucking menace. You can't say things like that.
[But, notably, Adam is never going to actually tell him not to say things like that. Just that it's terribly unfair when he's already hard, when he already wants Ronan so bad he feels like he'll combust. This just makes it worse, makes it harder - well, literally and figuratively.
He reaches down to skim his fingers over Ronan's hair, eyes on him, never looking away. There's so many things he loves about this. The feel of Ronan's head under his hand, the careful brush of his teeth, how his attention narrows to a singular focus - Adam, just Adam. How the world is entirely the two of them.]
I could be louder, if you wanted. I could say your name.
[He already does sometimes, when they really get carried away, but Adam tends toward quiet. He never wants Ronan to think for a moment that he doesn't want him, though, want him so much he can barely stand it. It's torture, him down there, saying those things, so close to Adam's cock and not quite touching it, but he bites his lips and he doesn't move nearly as much as he wants to, because he wants it just like this.]