[Ronan murmurs low in his throat as a response to the plea, getting keyed up just thinking about Adam begging him for release. It's sweeter than anything, how desperate Adam is, how needy, how much he wants Ronan's mouth, his fingers, just him. Ronan has never felt an overwhelming desire to be wanted, but when he's with Adam and the two of them are together like this, feeling wanted is the best thing he thinks he'll ever know.
But Adam loves him. Adam loves him, and Ronan loves him back with his entire heart, so full it feels like it will burst from him and ruin them both, but it doesn't. He doesn't know how to say it most of the time, and it's not like he can tell Adam this now, when his mouth is busy with other things, and so Ronan shows it in ways that he's more comfortable with, sucking down Adam's cock and sliding his fingers along the outside of his thighs.
It feels so good like this, Adam losing control beneath him, Adam's legs gripping him tight, holding him there, Adam's hands skimming over his head, and Ronan gives it as good as he's got, swallowing Adam down with a practiced ease and closing his eyes at the feel and taste of him.
He comes up off of Adam's cock for just a moment, long enough to catch his breath while he slides his tongue over what he'd been previously unable to fit in his mouth, warm and encompassing, looking up toward Adam's face now with dark eyes, eager to see how close he is, how this is affecting him.]
Say it again.
[He knows that Adam doesn't love his loss of control, but sometimes when Ronan can push him far enough, it's like he forgets about it- at least that's what Ronan thinks. And moments like that are some of the moments that Ronan loves most about sex between them, when he can nudge Adam to that precipice and watch him take the final step and tumble over with needy words and twisting hands and begging, fuck, the begging. It drives the both of them wild and Ronan adores it with every inch of savagery and love in him.]
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But Adam loves him. Adam loves him, and Ronan loves him back with his entire heart, so full it feels like it will burst from him and ruin them both, but it doesn't. He doesn't know how to say it most of the time, and it's not like he can tell Adam this now, when his mouth is busy with other things, and so Ronan shows it in ways that he's more comfortable with, sucking down Adam's cock and sliding his fingers along the outside of his thighs.
It feels so good like this, Adam losing control beneath him, Adam's legs gripping him tight, holding him there, Adam's hands skimming over his head, and Ronan gives it as good as he's got, swallowing Adam down with a practiced ease and closing his eyes at the feel and taste of him.
He comes up off of Adam's cock for just a moment, long enough to catch his breath while he slides his tongue over what he'd been previously unable to fit in his mouth, warm and encompassing, looking up toward Adam's face now with dark eyes, eager to see how close he is, how this is affecting him.]
Say it again.
[He knows that Adam doesn't love his loss of control, but sometimes when Ronan can push him far enough, it's like he forgets about it- at least that's what Ronan thinks. And moments like that are some of the moments that Ronan loves most about sex between them, when he can nudge Adam to that precipice and watch him take the final step and tumble over with needy words and twisting hands and begging, fuck, the begging. It drives the both of them wild and Ronan adores it with every inch of savagery and love in him.]