[Ronan is viciously pleased at the reaction that his words get out of Adam, and he can see the flush in his cheeks, feel the scrambling of his fingers against the back of his head, and he likes all of it. This is what Adam wanted, and Ronan is more than happy to oblige as he ducks his head back down to graze his teeth along the edge of Adam's hipbone, following it back to the firm heat of his cock.]
Do you want to say my name?
[He asks, because it's always about want with him, it's always about selfishness and giving into your own emotions. He doesn't want Adam to be loud just to appease him; that would be no better than a lie, and he's not entirely keen on the idea of fucking someone who's just reacting in ways that they'll think he likes.
Everything about him is too fucking genuine sometimes, and Ronan smirks when he thinks about it and when he thinks about peeling all the pleasing, striving, critical layers of the other boy down until all Adam has left is what he wants. It's happened before and it'll happen again, and again, and again, and just that thought makes him tilt his head a little to slide his cheek across the side of Adam's cock, following the motion with a kissing press of his lips before he pulls back again, parting Adam's legs further so he can dip his head between them and set his mouth to a less satisfying, more teasing use.
He enjoys doing this too- this quiet undoing, the slow filth of dragging his tongue across Adam's balls, pressing teasing kisses to the softness of the skin just under them, letting the warmth of his breath shiver across the more intimate parts of him and pulling back up with Adam is a sufficient spit-slick mess.]
Talk to me, [Ronan teases, coaxing it out of him as he finds the little mark he'd left on Adam's thigh earlier and sets about sucking a darker patch into his skin,] tell me where you want it. I'll do it.
[His eyes flick up again, mouth pressed against soft skin, the corner of his mouth twitching up slightly in amusement.]
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Do you want to say my name?
[He asks, because it's always about want with him, it's always about selfishness and giving into your own emotions. He doesn't want Adam to be loud just to appease him; that would be no better than a lie, and he's not entirely keen on the idea of fucking someone who's just reacting in ways that they'll think he likes.
Everything about him is too fucking genuine sometimes, and Ronan smirks when he thinks about it and when he thinks about peeling all the pleasing, striving, critical layers of the other boy down until all Adam has left is what he wants. It's happened before and it'll happen again, and again, and again, and just that thought makes him tilt his head a little to slide his cheek across the side of Adam's cock, following the motion with a kissing press of his lips before he pulls back again, parting Adam's legs further so he can dip his head between them and set his mouth to a less satisfying, more teasing use.
He enjoys doing this too- this quiet undoing, the slow filth of dragging his tongue across Adam's balls, pressing teasing kisses to the softness of the skin just under them, letting the warmth of his breath shiver across the more intimate parts of him and pulling back up with Adam is a sufficient spit-slick mess.]
Talk to me, [Ronan teases, coaxing it out of him as he finds the little mark he'd left on Adam's thigh earlier and sets about sucking a darker patch into his skin,] tell me where you want it. I'll do it.
[His eyes flick up again, mouth pressed against soft skin, the corner of his mouth twitching up slightly in amusement.]
I'll do anything.