[They've done this often enough that Ronan can tell when Adam is on the verge of falling apart, so it doesn't come as a surprise when he does. Not that it changes anything about Ronan's approach- he rides Adam hard all the way through it, not letting up with his mouth or his fingers until Adam is spent and sated and his hands are slowly falling back from where they'd been bunched up around Ronan's head and shoulders.
The taste is something he'd gotten used to, and so when he pulls gently off of him, he swallows easily, removing his hand from Adam's backside and just holding himself over the other boy for a moment, breathing hard and grinning darkly like he's just won some kind of illicit prize.
He doesn't make his own need known quite so fast, instead lets himself be brutally satisfied in the wake of Adam's own orgasm, at the sight of the panting, sweaty boy under him who he's loved for so long. Who loves him back. Who lets him take him apart with his fingers and his tongue and his cock on an almost daily basis. Ronan doesn't think he'll ever get enough of that, not with the way that Adam almost always looks afterward- not with how he looks during either, with his spine arched and his hipbones sharp and shaking with the release.]
I love it when you beg me, [he finally says, his voice a little hoarse from earlier activities. Ronan licks at his lips before slowly working his way back up Adam's body, holding himself carefully over him so as not to weigh him down or brush up against any oversensitive parts of him.
When he looks down at Adam's flushed face and disheveled hair, it's with the smug satisfaction of a sated predator- but there's something else to it too, an adoring softness in his eyes that he'd deny if it was ever brought up.]
We can be done, if you're tired.
[Ronan leans in for a chaste kiss at Adam's jaw, the sharpness of him giving way to pure affection.]
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The taste is something he'd gotten used to, and so when he pulls gently off of him, he swallows easily, removing his hand from Adam's backside and just holding himself over the other boy for a moment, breathing hard and grinning darkly like he's just won some kind of illicit prize.
He doesn't make his own need known quite so fast, instead lets himself be brutally satisfied in the wake of Adam's own orgasm, at the sight of the panting, sweaty boy under him who he's loved for so long. Who loves him back. Who lets him take him apart with his fingers and his tongue and his cock on an almost daily basis. Ronan doesn't think he'll ever get enough of that, not with the way that Adam almost always looks afterward- not with how he looks during either, with his spine arched and his hipbones sharp and shaking with the release.]
I love it when you beg me, [he finally says, his voice a little hoarse from earlier activities. Ronan licks at his lips before slowly working his way back up Adam's body, holding himself carefully over him so as not to weigh him down or brush up against any oversensitive parts of him.
When he looks down at Adam's flushed face and disheveled hair, it's with the smug satisfaction of a sated predator- but there's something else to it too, an adoring softness in his eyes that he'd deny if it was ever brought up.]
We can be done, if you're tired.
[Ronan leans in for a chaste kiss at Adam's jaw, the sharpness of him giving way to pure affection.]
You did just get out of work.