[He stays where he is, riding out Ronan's climax with him. He loves the sounds Ronan makes, his musical cursing, the sound of his own name. Adam could never hear these kinds of things often enough. He likes the tension in Ronan's body, suddenly released, and he doesn't even mind the come - after all, he's had enough practice by now that it's not a surprise, not something that bothers him. On the contrary, he likes being there, he likes doing this for Ronan, another careful act of worship.
Which is to say, Adam doesn't have any compunctions about swallowing.
He pulls away only when Ronan is finished, breath coming a little ragged, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to clear away any remaining mess. Then he straightens from the slightly awkward position he'd been in and leans in to kiss Ronan's cheek, his hand resting on Ronan's thigh for another point of contact, a spot of warmth between them. It's far more sweet than hungry in this moment.]
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Which is to say, Adam doesn't have any compunctions about swallowing.
He pulls away only when Ronan is finished, breath coming a little ragged, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to clear away any remaining mess. Then he straightens from the slightly awkward position he'd been in and leans in to kiss Ronan's cheek, his hand resting on Ronan's thigh for another point of contact, a spot of warmth between them. It's far more sweet than hungry in this moment.]
I love you.