[Ronan tilts his head up when Adam touches him, allowing the comfort of Adam's fingers against his jaw, smirking a little as the other boy starts to talk and doesn't stop. Everything he says lights up images of the things that they could be doing, thinks that they have done before, with fingers and mouths and hands and every other part of themselves. They've fucked with what felt like everything in them, they've made love on sunny mornings, they've fumbled around on their knees, with their fingers, doing everything that they can possibly think of and then sme, and still it's not enough, Ronan wants more and he knows that Adam does too.

He can't help but to love it, and he's not ashamed of that. Adam is so good at what he does and Ronan wants desperately to reward him, so he slides back up Adam's body to meet his mouth in a messy kiss, his fingers finding the other boy's cock- still a little slick from his earlier attentions- and giving it a firm stroke.]

You.

[He whispers it like it's an answer to the question, though it pales in comparison to everything that Adam had just confided in him. Ronan latches onto Adam's neck to suck another bruise at the fluttering pulse there and starts to stroke him, firm and intent on giving him what he needs.]

More than anything. Just you- every sound and every movement and every fucking inch of your skin.

[Ronan slides up a little so that his knees are on either side of Adam's thighs, and he presses his cock, warm and hard and insistent up against Adam's own, wrapping a hand around them both for now. It's a lazy pleasure, pulsing against him like this, and while Ronan isn't teasing, he's certainly in no hurry.]

I'm yours. I want you to be mine, too.