[ Adam doesn't stop stroking him as the other speaks. He takes all the dreams the other tells him about, tucking them into some of his most prized memories, things he'll think about when he's alone. He's jealous, just a little, of Ronan's ability to dream -- not the way he is the greywaren but the way that his sleep isn't a curse, not now.
His hand is smooth in its movements and he aches for everything described, for more and more intimacy. He kisses his back, almost reluctant when he starts to talk again. His eyes open again to meet Ronan's when he speaks again. ]
I... [ want to make love. But he can't bring himself to say it. Instead he leans forward to kiss him again, the hand that is not on Ronan's cock moving to his shoulder, thumb brushing over the collarbone. ]
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His hand is smooth in its movements and he aches for everything described, for more and more intimacy. He kisses his back, almost reluctant when he starts to talk again. His eyes open again to meet Ronan's when he speaks again. ]
I... [ want to make love. But he can't bring himself to say it. Instead he leans forward to kiss him again, the hand that is not on Ronan's cock moving to his shoulder, thumb brushing over the collarbone. ]