[It's difficult to conceive words like this, though maybe that's what Adam wants: To see Ronan stammer and stutter and forget his line of thought. He draws back just enough to look into Adam's eyes, his pale face flushed with heat.]
I dream about you more than anything else. Sometimes it's - ah - I become the air and you breathe me in. O-Other times there's two of us, but I'm in your body and you're in mine, and then it switches, but it always feels right... to be...
[As expected, the thought drifts away from him. He kisses Adam's lips.]
Sometimes we don't have bodies at all. We're just light, and we make love, and I don't understand how.
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[It's difficult to conceive words like this, though maybe that's what Adam wants: To see Ronan stammer and stutter and forget his line of thought. He draws back just enough to look into Adam's eyes, his pale face flushed with heat.]
I dream about you more than anything else. Sometimes it's - ah - I become the air and you breathe me in. O-Other times there's two of us, but I'm in your body and you're in mine, and then it switches, but it always feels right... to be...
[As expected, the thought drifts away from him. He kisses Adam's lips.]
Sometimes we don't have bodies at all. We're just light, and we make love, and I don't understand how.