[How can he possibly describe it? It feels so incredible that his mind can hardly form words. All language is slipping away from him. His hips rock against Adam again and again, and with every thrust, all other senses further escape him.]

It feels...

[Ronan's voice is unsteady, his throat tight. Soft gasps interrupt every other word:]

It's a warm place. And you're taking me in like I can't get away, like it's... We're one thing now. Not you and me anymore. Just us. You're holding me inside you. It's the only place I've ever wanted to be.

[The pleasure of it ripples through every muscle in his body. There is not just one part of him inside Adam. He's being consumed. One hand slides around to the small of Adam's back, angling him so that Ronan can bury himself deeper. It's becoming difficult to suppress himself. He's moving faster than he probably should.]