[He doesn't need to be told twice, especially not when he wants Ronan as much as he does. It's true, he's just come - he's relaxed, sated, his body no longer craving release - but that doesn't make a difference. Not really. He always wants Ronan, and the act of giving him pleasure is as vital as receiving it. It's something he wants to do, something he likes doing. Finding the right way to touch him, to taste him, to make him come - it's a hobby Adam wouldn't mind spending hours indulging in.
He doesn't pull his pants back on, still not caring that they're on the floor, they're not at home. None of that matters - they have privacy, and he has Ronan, and that's what matters. Sometimes, after they've been together or before, Adam feels self-conscious - worried about his ribs, his scars, his freckles. But Ronan never seems to mind, always looks at him like he wants him despite those things, and slowly Adam has worried about them less and less.
Right now, he's not worried at all. He follows Ronan, crossing the space between them and pressing him back against the wall to kiss him, one hungry kiss before he moves downwards.
And Adam takes his time, because he loves this, because he has a precise mind, because as much as he wants to give Ronan pleasure he also wants to draw it out. He kisses Ronan's collarbone, biting gently, and his hand rests against Ronan's abdomen before drifting down to wrap around his cock, just touching him.]
I think I can do that.
[But not before, apparently, teasing him and touching him, brushing his lips across Ronan's nipple and stroking his cock.]
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He doesn't pull his pants back on, still not caring that they're on the floor, they're not at home. None of that matters - they have privacy, and he has Ronan, and that's what matters. Sometimes, after they've been together or before, Adam feels self-conscious - worried about his ribs, his scars, his freckles. But Ronan never seems to mind, always looks at him like he wants him despite those things, and slowly Adam has worried about them less and less.
Right now, he's not worried at all. He follows Ronan, crossing the space between them and pressing him back against the wall to kiss him, one hungry kiss before he moves downwards.
And Adam takes his time, because he loves this, because he has a precise mind, because as much as he wants to give Ronan pleasure he also wants to draw it out. He kisses Ronan's collarbone, biting gently, and his hand rests against Ronan's abdomen before drifting down to wrap around his cock, just touching him.]
I think I can do that.
[But not before, apparently, teasing him and touching him, brushing his lips across Ronan's nipple and stroking his cock.]