christmas ain't the time for breaking each other's heart.

[nightmarist]

Who: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
When: December
Where: The Midway Hub
What: Rare encounters with Ronan Lynch.
Warnings: Spoilers, excessive swearing, religious references, violence, sex...

week one - a wasteland oasis

[It's near the end of the first week that Ronan creates a garden.

Granted, it's a small one. He's wary of spending too much energy at once, and he remembers Andyr's advice about avoiding the attention of the others, lest they get the idea that a Greywaren would be a fun pet to keep locked in a cage, generating resources as necessary. He dreams the garden in the middle of the night, sneaking off to the edge of camp like he's going to take a piss. He picks a spot half-enclosed by boulders, and when he wakes, a stream of fresh water flows from the rocks and the area immediately around Ronan has sprouted bushes and trees bearing ripe fruit and berries.

He's still there after the camp's awoken, sitting with his back to one of the boulders, enjoying a breakfast of apples and blackberries. After days of eating nothing but junk food with Kavinsky, the fruit tastes heavenly. Or it might simply be that dreamt fruit is more delicious than anything mundane. Chainsaw keeps him company, the raven circling overhead and occasionally swooping down to steal a berry from Ronan, which earns her a cranky chiding from him.]

week two - a dead luxury car

[By the beginning of the second week, Ronan has acquired his BMW.

Recreated it, rather. Somewhat disastrously, in terms of the dreaming experience, but the resulting car nearly perfect. Most of the alterations are on purpose: wheels equipped to handle rough terrain, a bulletproof exterior that somehow weighs not a pound more than the original, a gas tank that refills itself... The only problem is that it seems to have inherited the Pig's finicky nature (which Ronan privately attributes to his longing to be reunited with his best friend, Gansey).

Ronan is a spectacular street racer, but he's never been much of a mechanic. When the BMW refuses to start, he's left to puzzle over the problem without anyone he can call for help. After about an hour of opening the hood, finding nothing, slamming the hood, and doing it all over again, Ronan takes a break. He climbs up onto the top of the thing and lays out across it, his long body draped from roof to nose. If he could, he'd be dreaming up an improved version of the sports car. But that ability's been stolen away from him, and he feels helpless in every way. It's infuriating.]

week three - a disabled weapon

[During the third week, being human becomes unbearable.

Ronan didn't think he would miss magic this much. Back home, his connection to the ley line was mostly only evident in his sleep. He never experienced Adam's waking visions or the whispering of spirits or the thrumming of energy in his veins. If anyone asked him, he would have said he felt like any other boy.

Removed from his magic, however, Ronan quickly realizes the extent to which he is no ordinary boy. He isn't even Kavinsky, who's struggling with being severed from his dreams in his own self-destructive way. Kavinsky is only a dream thief. Ronan is more than that, and he feels the difference more acutely with each passing day. It isn't simply that he can't dream. Something is fundamentally wrong with his body. It's like there's an itch he can't scratch on his brain, or like a piece of his heart has been numbed, or like his blood is flowing in the opposite direction. An endless, nameless discomfort which is the suppression of his dream half. To look at him, he might seem vaguely ill, or depressed, or faded like some of the color's gone out of him - which is worrisome, because he didn't have much to begin with.

When it's discovered that the water in the caves restores power, Ronan is one of the first to drink. He practically dives for it, on his knees and lapping it up with his hands. He looks desperate, as if he's been dying of thirst.]

week four - a very bad christmas

[By the fourth week, Ronan doesn't feel much like partying.

Being anywhere near the crowd is only getting him angry, so Ronan retreats to some private crevice around the bend of the cave. He's close enough that he can still hear the murmured voices and soft music echoing from the party, but he hopes he's far enough to go undisturbed by revelers.

Supposedly it's Christmas. Or something near that. If he was home, he'd be at the Barns with Declan and Matthew. They'd be having Yorkshire pudding and decorating a tree they cut down themselves. It would be his first Christmas with Adam and Orphan Girl, too, and she'd probably be eating tinsel or wrapping paper while he and Adam took turns chasing her away from the gifts. It would be snowing in the mountains, but they'd have a fire roaring in the hearth.

In the cave, Ronan kneels upon the cold stone and makes the sign of the cross. He clasps his hands and presses them to his forehead, bowed in supplication. He whispers to God:]

De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine:
Domine, exaudi vocem meam.
Fiant aures tuae intendentes
in vocem deprecationis meae.
Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine:
Domine, quis sustinebit?
Quia apud te propitiatio est...

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[Ronan moans into Adam's mouth and sucks softly at his lower lip before he breaks the kiss to speak again:]

I dream about you all the time.

[That must come as no surprise, of course. One hand rises to touch Adam's jaw, gently tilting his head back so that Ronan can press a few hot kisses to his throat.]

Sometimes, in my dreams, I can touch you everywhere all at once.

[His other hand slides back to grip Adam's ass, pulling him closer and holding him there, grinding hip-to-hip.]

I can't describe it. It's like we have the same body, or... I don't know. Feels so good. Inside, outside, everywhere.

[Ronan bites a line of kisses all the way down Adam's neck to his collarbone, rocking against him, fingers pressing into his cheek.]

I wish I could do it now.

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[Adam's eyes close as Ronan guides his head back, then his mouth presses against his throat, sending a fluttery hot pleasure through him. Ronan's voice feels sexier just then, describing what he dreams, his hands and mouth on Adam. Adam doesn't catch the soft moan when their hips press hold together, the other's hand firm on his ass was maddeningly arousing.

Adam could imagine it, being so intertwined that they were one. He thought maybe that sounded like magic or if they could meet in dreams it would be what it felt like to be together. He rocks his hips back into Ronan, his hand sliding along the back of his neck and then sliding back down over his chest. If Ronan is trying to drive him crazy his lips were doing a good job of it.]

It sounds magical. [Adam murmurs, more longing coming out in his voice than he'd intended.]

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If we're lucky, I'll figure out how to do it to you one day.

[The return of Ronan's dreaming will be a mixed blessing in so many ways. His teeth graze Adam's collarbone and he licks and sucks softly at the hollow of Adam's throat.]

I bet there's so much we can do to each other. We can't even guess.

[The little perks of sacrificial magic. Ronan squeezes Adam's ass, and his grip is a possessive one. He can feel Adam's hardness pressed against him. It belongs to him, and sometimes the thought of it makes him crazy, the knowledge that Adam is his.]

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[Adam finds it hard to imagine the things that they might be able to do. He wonders if there was much he could offer something so fantastical here where he felt so cut off from his magic even before everyone else was cut off as well. This isn't the time to think about it, though, logistics could be contemplated when Ronan wasn't leaving his body burning.

The squeeze draws a moan, one that Adam doesn't think in time to try and stop. His hips rock downward against Ronan's, needy and wanting and not caring because it was easy to open himself up to him.]

We have forever to figure it all out. [He murmurs, hands gripping at Ronan's shirt, tugging it up and he really was always eager to get Ronan's shirt off, to feel his warm skin, to see every gorgeous inch of him that he possibly could. Perhaps they could find unbelievable magical means later but for now, he could still touch and be touched and even if it wasn't quite magical, literally, it was more than enough for Adam.]

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[He releases Adam long enough to get the shirt off. Then Ronan's hands are right back on him, the tattoo on his shoulders folding like wings around Adam while his palms slide down Adam's back in a slow massage until Ronan finally has him by the ass again.

Magic is exactly what they are. Even severed from their power, Adam makes Ronan feel whole again. He never feels diminished or dreamless when they're together. Their souls are still tangled and united as one.]

Don't hold back. I want to hear everything you feel.

[One moan was not enough. If Ronan can't feel Adam's pleasure, he at least wants to hear it. His fingers catch and drag Adam's shirt up, and he presses kisses to Adam's bare chest and shoulders as he sweeps the shirt off of him.]

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[Ronan and his tattoo and the way he touches Adam is heaven, he's sure. No matter if there is no way that he would ever feel judged he still felt the hesitation welling up in him whenever moans threatened their way out.

Adam nods at Ronan's quiet demand, his admission. His shirt is quickly discarded to the side with ease. Ronan's lips pressed to his chest, shoulders, drawing another moan from him which he made no effort to conceal. His hands slid over Ronan's sides and then along his back over the tattoo that was both memorized in a way but a complete mystery in another. Just like Ronan, really.

The way Ronan touched him made him ache with desire, pressing into the other's hips, relishing the pleasure building as his erection pressing against the other's.]

I want you, Ronan. [he whispers, nails dragging just slightly against the other's back, experimenting just a little.]

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[Ronan's back arches in response to Adam's drifting hands, his hips jerking in an automatic thrust that sends a shock of pleasure through him as their erections collide. His pants are too tight, so tight it's painful, his cock oversensitive and too aware of every move Adam makes. He shudders and gasps against Adam's skin, saliva slicking his shoulder as Ronan presses a hot kiss there.]

I'm yours.

[Gripping Adam's ass with his left hand, the right slips between their bodies to find Adam's cock, tracing the length of him through the fabric of his pants. He palms it and massages it, fingers sliding along the outline of the head and teasing it. His mouth finds the crook of Adam's neck and he sucks on it with increasing ferocity until he leaves a mark, claiming another part of him.]

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[Every touch of their bodies and hands on each other seems to spark chains of reactions that are never ending, nothing really just fades out meaningless. Every sound Ronan makes is just as potent as a touch, as a kiss. Adam wants to absorb Ronan, he wants everything he has and to give him everything. The dream Ronan told him about gave words that described the desire he had every time they kissed, that desire to consume him, be consumed.

The words, I'm yours. It's not the first time but everytime Adam hears it his heart soars.]

I'm yours. [He repeats, even though forming coherent words feels a bit difficult once Ronan's hand is on his crotch, the one on his ass still sending pleasure, leaving him almost surrounded by Ronan with pleasure coming from every angle. There's a prickle of pain as Ronan sucks on his neck, but the kind that morphs from pain to pleasure to the point where you can't even tell which is which anymore.

Adam moans, his hips rocking forward into the other's hand, his pants far too tight, both of their pants were. His hand dragged up the other's back again before coming around between them to undo Ronan's pants without any hesitation, breath coming out in harsh pants.]

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[As Adam tugs his pants down, Ronan surges his hips up and lifts the both of them until he's free and his jeans bunch and slide to gather somewhere around his knees. His cock bobs naked between them as he settles back onto the seat, twitching with excitement and need.

Ronan works quickly to strip Adam in turn, unbuttoning and unzipping and tugging with urgency. When Adam's pants are around his thighs, Ronan's hand finds his bare ass and squeezes it as he redirects Adam's body. He lies back on the reclined seat, and Adam is now fully on top of him, and their nude cocks collide in a heavy grind. Ronan's head rolls back as he moans, his sharp chin pointed skyward, eyes squeezed shut so that all of his focus is on the heat at his groin. He can feel Adam's pulse.]

I love you.

[His other hand slips over Adam's hip bone, thumb massaging at the dip of his thigh and sliding down to the base of his cock. He presses Adam against him, their shafts squeezed together and rubbing unhindered. Ronan is out of his mind with pleasure, his mouth hanging open as soft, lustful noises escape him.]

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[It's not the simplest thing to get their pants down and out of the way in the confines of the car but it's worth it when Ronan's hands are on his ass and their bodies press together. He's achingly hard and wanting as he grinds down against Ronan, feeling him just as hard as he is.

He tilts his head, pressing kisses and tasting the other's skin with laves of his tongue over his throat. Adam leaves a trail of light kisses and bites in his wake, following the sharp angle of his collarbone and over his shoulder.]

I love you. [The way their bodies pressed together is more erotic than anything that Adam could have dreamed up himself, his dreams not nearly close to the things that Ronan could dream or to reality. He's panting and moaning unhindered though he feels a twist of embarrassment that he can't quite explain in doing so, leaving himself more open to Ronan than he had been.

His hands press flat over the other's stomach as their bodies press and rub and god the pleasure makes thinking of the possible consequences or worries impossible. His mouth continues to leave kisses over Ronan's shoulders then down further over his chest again, sucking and leaving a myriad of light pink marks in his wake before his tongue is brushing over the other's nipple, eyes upward to look at Ronan's face.

He loves Ronan's body beneath him, their hands grasping at on another and the taste of his skin on his tongue. It's better than heaven.]

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[Every press of Adam's lips and every swipe of his tongue and every greedy mark left on Ronan's skin leaves him shivering with desire. He loves being here, beneath Adam, showered with Adam's affection and a happy slave to his need. Ronan's muscles ripple as his body slides in response to the attention of Adam's mouth. He is a large and powerful beast rendered helpless by his magician.

When Adam's tongue finds his nipple, Ronan's back arches and Adam is rewarded with a thrust of his hips and a shuddering moan as electric heat shoots to his loins. His hand leaves Adam's ass to find his hair, fingers pushing through it and rubbing the back of his head and imploring Adam's mouth to suckle. Then it drops back down, gliding over the bumps of his spine until it returns to squeezing Adam's ass. He can't possibly touch Adam as much as he wants to.

His other hand, still between their legs, wraps itself around their joined cocks and begins to stroke them together with agonizing slowness, his hardness trapped against Adam's hardness, soft skin sliding against soft skin. His palm rolls over their spongy heads, massaging them together. He is so close to Adam. He wants nothing else in the world, except to somehow get closer.]

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[It's easy to see how much Ronan likes the attention to his nipple and the thrust had excited Adam even more as well. It doesn't take much to get him to set his lips on the other's nipple, suckling on it, tongue sliding over the hardened skin. Adam moans as the other squeezes his ass again, another surge of white hot pleasure lancing through him to his cock.

There's something intimate and more erotic than even the last time they had been pressed to each other like this. He could feel Ronan just as hard as him as the other's hand held them together, stroking them and moans softly against his chest, pressing soft kisses all around the nipple he'd been sucking before kissing to the other side of his chest to do the same to the other as he'd done to the first.

His hands slid over Ronan's stomach, stroking over every dip and ridge, memorizing and in a way claiming each inch of Ronan as his own with his hands. He wants more, so much more but he doesn't know how they could possibly give each other anymore than this but he's selfish and there's never enough of Ronan.]

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[Every swipe of Adam's tongue over his nipple inspires another roll of Ronan's hips. He can't help himself. Each sensation feels connected to another, a chain reaction of pleasure through his body. Ronan moans his approval, his cock throbbing against Adam's, his mind lost to the beautiful haze of lust. Nothing is more gratifying than the worship of Adam's hands and his lips against Ronan's skin. He is so lucky. He is so lucky to be loved by Adam.

Precome seeps from the tip of his cock, smearing between them and adding slick to the friction of his rutting. Ronan's hand picks up speed, building them up together, stroking their cocks faster and faster. His fingers pay special attention to Adam, squeezing and rubbing at his head, coaxing precome out of him, too. Ronan loves the feeling of it on his fingertips. He would taste it, but he doesn't want to draw his hand away for a single moment.

His other hand slides up and down, stroking from Adam's hip to his thigh, then back to grab at his ass cheek. He pushes Adam down against him, holding him as close as possible. Never close enough. His fingers dip down into the crack, seeking out Adam's hole. When he finds it, Ronan shivers with excitement, but he has to temper it. He has to be careful not to hurt Adam. His fingertip is teasing as it rounds that puckered entrance, no move to force his way inside.]

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[Adam continues to lavish Ronan with attention as their bodies rock together, Ronan's hand working them both and drawing quiet sounds of pleasure from Adam when he rubs at his head. The pleasure of being touched, touching Ronan and the way their bodies are what feels perfectly attuned to each other is overwhelming.

Adam loves Ronan so much. He whispers the words again against the other's chest, he could never say them enough, it'd never be enough to really express how much he does.

It shouldn't have surprised him when he felt the other's fingers dipping that he would feel him teasing the puckered muscle, but the surprise comes all the same. It's a strange mix of excitement and anxiety and a swell of embarrassment at the way the simplest touch there sent a pulse of desire through him. It's hard to think when the touch instinctively makes him want to tense but he knows to relax and he does.

It's certainly not unwelcome and slowly he kisses up the other's chest and then finds his lips to press a kiss to them. He whispers again this time against the other's lips:]

I love you.

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[Ronan smiles against Adam's mouth, kissing him and affectionately nudging their noses together and murmuring in return:]

Uror, et in vacuo pectore regnat Amor.

[He wishes he could make love to Adam. To really make love to him, and to know what it feels like to be inside him, and to possess him entirely. And he wants Adam to do the same to him, to be consumed by him and owned by him and to finally feel whole and complete. Sometimes he's afraid they'll never get a chance to be together.

Other times, like now, he can almost pretend that they are. He can feel Adam relaxing and his finger presses in, gently entering. Just the tip, as Ronan kisses Adam's lips again with sweet reassurance. He'll stop if Adam wants him to stop. He only wants a taste of it, to imagine something more.

His other hand slows again, a more relaxed pace to keep Adam from tensing and to keep himself from coming too quickly. He's so close already, so aroused by the mere idea of fucking Adam. His thumb rolls a fresh bead of precome from his cock onto Adam's. He breathes into Adam's mouth:]

God...

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[The words are just like Ronan, romantic in their way and powerful. They have their way of washing over Adam, drowning him in Ronan's love but he's more than happy to go under.

As the finger slips in, just barely, Adam moans quietly into Ronan's kiss. The last thing he wants is for Ronan to stop. The feeling is strange, if not uncomfortable, but it lights the desires that he's had for some time. He wants something more and again he's not sure if he'll ever have it, if they're ever going to have it.

His hips were still, breath heavy as the other's thumb rolls over the tip of his cock again, drawing another moan from him. Like this, he can imagine more, can imagine their bodies as one, connected, inside one another and he wants it, all of it.]

Ronan, please... [He doesn't know what exactly he's begging for. Everything? More. He's selfish, he's needy and he wants everything that Ronan has, he wants to give everything he has to him. His body's quivering from trying to stay relaxed which only made him over compensate really.]

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[This is so forbidden, so dangerously close to going somewhere he absolutely cannot go. His finger slips further into Adam and all Ronan can think about is taking him. He realizes he's holding his breath and he exhales, slow and shaky, when he's knuckle-deep in Adam.]

You're so warm.

[Ronan runs his tongue along Adam's lips before pushing into into his mouth, probing him the way his finger is. That finger begins to move, drawing carefully back until it's nearly out, then pushing deeper again. It's a languid sort of fucking, every motion mimicked by his tongue thrusting into Adam's mouth.

He has to take his other hand off his cock. He's so close to coming, anything might set him off. He focuses on Adam, fingers teasing his length, gliding over his head, massaging down to the base of him. He thinks he can feel Adam's pleasure from inside, subtle movements of muscle squeezing around his finger. He curls it just slightly, searching for the sweet spot, wondering if he can even reach it from this angle. If only it was his cock. He wishes he could give Adam everything he wants.]

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[Adam had been frozen, for the most part, his attention fully on that finger, on the way the other was overwhelming his senses with pleasure, desire. His hands slip over his stomach, nails dragging lightly over his abs as they kiss.

The finger inside him, fucking him in a way Adam had more than a few times imagined Ronan's cock doing. He can't help but imagine it now, the ache for it but even lost in arousal he knows Ronan won't. Maybe he would, if Adam asked, if Adam begged but it's not at all what Ronan wants and Adam couldn't push him.

Adam's fingers stay curled into Ronan's abs as the other kisses him, his tongue filling Adam's mouth with his taste. Ronan touches him, pushing him close to the edge but he's not ready to let go, his hands sliding up as he rocks back just slightly into that finger, a whimper of a moan passing into Ronan's mouth.

It takes everything in Adam not to beg him for more. The finger reminding him of how much more he wants, how good it would feel to be connected that way. His cock is weeping but he doesn't want it to end. He breaks the kiss, his lips sliding over the other's jaw to his ear, sucking at the lobe.]

You're making me crazy. [Driving him mad with desire for something he can't have but drowning him in pleasure all the same.]

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[It's Ronan who feels crazy. He's never needed anything like he needs to be inside Adam. He's feverish with desire, aching with the pain of denying himself when he can feel exactly what he's missing. How much longer is he going to be able to hold back before he loses his mind?]

Someday...

[Words are meant to follow that statement, but they evaporate as he realizes he would essentially be proposing if he were to speak them, and this isn't exactly the proposal he has in mind. Let Adam's imagination fill in the rest.

Ronan pushes another finger into Adam, emboldened by the rocking of his hips and his unspoken desire for more. He worries it might be too much, but somehow it's getting easier, and Adam's body is giving way to him. He's still so tight inside, but it's like all of him wants Ronan there. God, and Ronan wants to be in him, wants to fill him and come inside him. His cock throbs with that need, pulsing against Adam's. His fingers fuck Adam with agonized persistence and his other hand closes around both their cocks again and he prays for Adam to come before the temptation gets to be too much.

And Ronan squeezes, trying to stop himself, because he's coming already. He gasps out shuddering breaths and choked moans, semen spurting between his fingers and coating Adam and slicking his belly. It's only a momentary interruption, and he doesn't let it stop him from stroking Adam and fingering him deeper and deeper. His beautiful Adam. His everything. Ronan feels like his heart might burst, too.]

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[Someday. It always feels like someday and yet Ronan also doesn't believe he's going to live long enough to get there, right? Adam feels the frustration bubbling up for a brief moment event through the pleasure and haze of arousal. It's easily ignored in favor of Ronan's attention to his body.

Ronan's second finger presses in and it's enough to make Adam pause, a tinge of pain, discomfort as his body instinctively tensed but he wants it and as he relaxes again as the other's fingers fuck him he can't help but moan against the other's ear. He's caught between the fingers inside of him and the ones around his cock, then feeling Ronan coming between them.

His face buries into the crook of Ronan's neck, heavy pants and moans as he soon follows Ronan. He bites down on the curve of his neck as he comes, the sound muffled against skin as his muscles tense and spasm around Ronan's finger as he comes between their bodies, adding to the mess between them and on Ronan's hands. He's pretty sure that the orgasm is way more intense because of Ronan's fingers buried inside of him, and the way that he could almost imagine it's Ronan's cock fucking him.]

Ronan. [The word comes out against the skin he'd been biting and the following I love you implied in the way he says it.]

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[Ronan moans again as Adam hits his climax, feeling his orgasm almost as if it's his own. He massages Adam inside and out, coaxing him to the height of pleasure and memorizing every response Adam's body gives him. He loves the heat of Adam spilling onto his skin, dripping over his abs and into his crevices, marking him as Adam's possession just as Adam's teeth bite into him and render him weak. Sometimes, nonsensically, he wonders how they're supposed to exchange vows when he is so clearly Adam's property. A king doesn't marry his treasure and God did not marry Eden. Did Cabeswater do this to him or is this what devotion feels like?]

Adam.

[He says it like a prayer, stroking Adam until he's spilled his last seed and then bringing that soaked hand up to raise Adam's chin and slick his lips with their mingled fluid. Then he kisses Adam, lapping the semen from his mouth and savoring it, a purr escaping his throat. The taste of them. God, the taste.

He doesn't want to pull his fingers out of Adam yet, wants to stay inside him just a minute longer.]

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[Adam relishes the touch to chin, the scent and taste of them coating his lips. It's so close to being one, not quite close enough but he kisses Ronan open one part lazy, another part still hungry.

His fingers caress over his chest, to his shoulder and then tracing over the spot he had bitten. He wondered briefly if he'd bitten too hard for it to feel good.]

Your fingers... It feels so good. [He whispers, soft kisses and nips to his lips, and he's a little afraid of when he pulls his fingers out, that the lack will leave him feeling all too empty.]

I wish you never had to stop touching me. [He pulls back, his lips quirking as he looks down at him.]

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[Adam could torture him and it would somehow still feel good. There's a faint soreness in the spot where Adam sank his teeth, and Ronan is happy for the remnant of that sweet pain. He looks up in adoration as Adam pulls back and their eyes meet.]

If I don't stop, will you come for me again?

[His lips curl into a faintly mischievous smile. He might be joking. He might not be. His wet hand slips down Adam's chest, drawing a sticky line over his ribs and down to his hips before his palm brushes over Adam's cock again. It hasn't been much time, and they're both still hard. Maybe he could. Inside Adam, his fingers give a teasing rub. Ronan is in no hurry to be done with Adam.]

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I think so [Adam's not sure about it. He's still hard and his cock is sensitive, a quiet whimper drawn from him at the brush of fingers, making him twitch slightly.

His hips rock back against the others fingers, muscles tightening.]

Make me come again, Lynch.

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[What a glorious sight, Adam's body swaying back to take him in deeper. For a moment, all Ronan can do is marvel at him, eyes sweeping over the sharp angle of his hipbone and following along the curve of his abdomen and chest up to the hollow of his throat. His golden skin is gleaming and Ronan's struck by the way light plays across it as he inhales and exhales.]

Candidus insuetus...

[His fingers are moving again, fucking Adam slowly. Ever careful. He knows it's a lot to take, that they haven't done nearly enough to get Adam used to it. But he doesn't want Adam to feel deprived, either.]