thisavrou_log | january event log

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january event log

Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!

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"Let them in, and take them out."

Through ups and downs, the Moira and the crew have survived much together:

During the first wave of arrivals, the ship docks at a planet that has an addictive substance called Exuo — crew went through mood swings, heightened aggression, and fits of paranoia. Natives attempted to kidnap and sacrifice everyone.
A solar storm caused a power blip, and strange masks were found in every mailbox that gave them unusual abilities.
They reached Caducus Primary, a planet largely comprised of glass. The representative of CP accused the crew and captains of theft; however, they didn’t leave fast enough, and a skirmish caused damage to their Ingress, which ended with Caducus Primary cracking and being destroyed.
The power fluctuates and temperatures drop. One of the captains, Tipota, is found dead. This is the introduction of Ploiatos, who ended up being one of the original crew members affected by the power of the Ingress.
The Moira docks at Emiri, which was comprised of three main cities where the culture was influenced heavily by finding one’s soulmate. The company responsible for this, Link’d Inc, is incredibly popular throughout the universe. However, hints of forced unions, kidnapping, and slavery are investigated by the crew after an attack on all of the cities by a rebel group. The planet becomes locked down. Benjamin Link joins the crew and helps them escape.
Another month passes, and crew dock on Ceta. It is known for it’s unusual atmosphere and its living beings AKA sentient flying whales. They were hunted for valuable organic resources, and eventually, the crew decided to hire mercenaries from outlying planets to protect them from further death.
Soon after, the Moira stops at an abandoned prison station called Del Pascia with a resident AI (D-E-L) who was “irritated and snippy” but did not keep crew from exploring and taking items. D-E-L tried to persuade crew to stay, and when it became clear no one wanted to, D-E-L tried to infect them as she had infected those who’d remained behind in the prison. Everyone fought and escaped.
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet that had no signs of life — the crew’s next stop. Here, they meet a “host” who had done the impossible and “fixed” the Ingress. However, she only reversed the energy of the Ingress, which created melted worlds and made it incredibly dangerous to discern reality from the time inside these worlds. The host gifts some of the crew with journals after she decides to go through the Ingress and remain there.
The Moira begins to malfunction, and those of Caducus Secondary, along with survivors of Caducus Primary, hunt the ship and those inside it for revenge. Negotiations started while crew tried to set up defenses aboard. Due to prior issues, the Ingress shuts off, resulting in the melding of Caducun glass with the ship and everyone aboard. When the Ingress finally stabilizes, the Moira is now in a different universe: the Runoff.
Some members of the crew are found on a slavery outpost in the Runoff, and others make a stealthy rescue effort to bring them back to the Moira. First Mate Egan and Captain Ira appear through the Ingress, explaining that they are the original members of the Moira designated to pilot the ship. The old captains hand over authority to them as the ship drifts into the Luminous Sea.
The ship crashes into one of the moons within the Luminous Sea where crew find a group of natives who are overly friendly. They beckon them to stay with food, drink, and much more. Unbeknownst to those who stay with them, an entire year passes. Eventually, what is wrong with the Moira is patched so they can leave.
After months of hard travel, the crew explore the wonders of the Mini Colony. A closed ceremony held on the MC caused crew to change in ways they’d never experienced before. Yet, during the festivities, someone triggered the “fear machine”, and crew suffered from phobias once back on the ship.
Those working on the Ingress pick up a signature for the Midway Hub and begin to make preparations to go there. The new species Ploiatos has become is named Mirtis (meer-tees); some of the crew kill him before things get too out of control again as they had in the previous months. The Ingress is then turned on, and the ship falls into a time slip.
The Moira crashes on the Midway Hub.
Captain Ira draws a map and encourages crew to split up and travel to the Inner Gate of the Midway Hub. Once inside the Outer Gate, crew experience de-powering — a safety protocol of those who’d worked on the Hub. Exploration and survival are a key focus during this time. They move through a network of caves to find the entrance to the Inner Gate.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The captains remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they enter through the gate together.

Finally, after entering through the Inner Gate, the crew head down through a system of tunnels that lead them to an underground - and main - section of the Midway Hub. Initial scans show that there is a catacomb of rooms and hallways that seem to have been patched together hastily and messily, suggesting that the builders added on new areas as they were needed. Anyone who has abilities, and tries to use them now, will realize that they are no longer depowered as they had been for the last several weeks. Crew are allowed to explore and are encouraged to look for any evidence as to why the previous tenants are gone, as well as take any supplies found or find ways to radio out for assistance.

☄ FLOOR ONE - jan. 3rd

Deeper in, the first level of the Hub is littered with thousands of papers and notes regarding things on the Ingress. Some are highly classified while others are of the smallest consequence to anyone reading them. Upon closer inspection, some of the things listed might even make sense to those of the crew slightly familiar with Ingress technology—reports of energy distortion and time slips, effects of the energy on those traveling through it, how to isolate particular parts of the Ingress' energy and use them to transport to other places. Only a portion of these documents are legible; the majority have either been torn into pieces or charred. Smaller rooms can be found here as well, offices and labs that are only large enough to hold five or six people at a time, and within some of them, pieces of machinery and electronics can be found. Most recognizable are the circular-curved mechanisms that belong to an Ingress. Yet, rather than just one, there are hundreds. Some have been left in piles of twisted, melted hunks, and some, those parts still (probably) capable of being used if the occasion presented itself, are thrown about carelessly, tossed under desks and under chairs and even embedded in parts of the walls where they - more than likely - exploded.

Not much else can be found on this level. Unless empty cups and broken computers are justifiable as something.

☄ FLOOR TWO - jan. 4th

Crew who travel even further within the Hub will find that not all things have been deserted. Sort of. What greets anyone who explores here is the visible evidence that some sort of intense struggle happened between those who worked on the Hub and a group of outsiders. Dead bodies cover the floors, in hallways, and inside personal quarters. The one constant in the tableau is that none of them died in any sort of peace, and the visceral knowledge of that is clear by the amount of blood spilled and the putrid smell that comes from it having been sealed off for such a long time. Be careful to tread lightly and step with caution. Also, breathing the air for any more than a few seconds without some sort of filter isn’t advisable. Items worth taking might be in the form of blankets and clothes, but most of it seems to have been taken in a rush.

☄ FLOOR THREE - jan. 5th

And even further within the Hub, below the offices and labs and unfortunate death, a power source can be found. From obvious signs, it is clear that someone had lived here recently, and anyone who looks through some of the things left behind will find a list of recordings readily available to them. They are as follows:

audio log 1

audio log 2

audio log 3

audio log 4

audio log 5

☄ FLOOR FOUR - jan. 6th to the 24th

Inside the Ingress Channel, a group of fifteen have taken up a defensive position, standing in a small circle towards the back. When approached, they’ll tell crew to stay where they are; they want to talk to them but with lots of space between. There doesn’t appear to be a leader of this diverse group, but one person comes forward and asks who they are and what they were doing on the Moira as they had seen it crash. With this new group being unwilling to divulge any information, the conversation is slow to reveal anything important or useful.

Through patience and diplomatic efforts by the crew, the following is eventually discovered: these people call themselves Savrii and aren’t native to the Midway Hub. The Savrii aren’t hostile, though they are skittish at first. Their people were sent through the Ingress to destroy all the documented research on Ingress technology and energy that could be found here, taking out anyone who tried to stop them. Their mission was critical, meant to protect the universe from those tampering with such an unstable, natural force. During the incursion, the Ingress machines on the Hub were damaged, and they are what’s left of the group of Savrii that didn’t make it back through before the machine shut down. They’ve seen footage and schematics of the Moira and would have destroyed it, too, if it had landed instead of crashing. The Moirans did the job for them.

Their people don’t believe in fighting or chaos, unless the Ingress energy is being manipulated in any way. The ship was the first of its kind, created by severing some of the energy from the whole. This upset an already delicate balance and caused issues with Ingresses all across the universes. The Savrii liken it to taking a child away from its mother. When the crew explain that they were only passengers, the Savrii believe them. They lower their weapons and open the floor to peaceful discussion. From this point, crew learn that the Savrii have been surviving here as they try to fix one of the Ingress machines, which they are close to but are lacking one of the key elements. Science technicians from the Moira, who have studied the Ingress will realize that after sorting through the wreckage the part they need survived the crash, and with help, the crew are able to assist in replacing the broken element.

When the Ingress is rebooted, they send one of their group through, who returns a moment later with good news. The damage on this side didn’t affect the Ingress Complex on the other, a place where the Ingress Energy was first discovered and built around. They tell of their home, with the largest and first Ingress machine, that is a mecca of travel and culture. It might not be the crew's original homes, but the Ingress there is functioning, and they can use it.

The Savrii can go home. The Moirans are allowed to come with them.

Step through the Ingress and

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[He could almost forget how utterly filthy they were in the moments that they were kissing surrounded by clean water and the slick feel of wet skin against wet skin. There's no worries here of space or limited movements, no vague worry that someone that shouldn't seem them would.

Adam moaned against the others mouth when his hands start to lather his skin. He could return the favor, and would, but not yet wanting to bask in the utter ecstasy of being touched by him. Ronan's hands are always so thorough and loving when he touches Adam.

Each time for a little while he can forget everything else that could have happened. He could get lost in Ronan's devotion.]

[Ronan bathes Adam as if it's a ritual. His hands move slowly over every curve of muscle and bone, his soapy palms running down Adam's ribs and over his abs, sliding up his sides and around to massage his lower back. He does it all by touch alone, his eyes shut as he kisses Adam again and again.

Finally, he reaches for another handful of soap, and now he has to break the kiss by necessity. He takes Adam by the wrist and lifts his arm, lathering his bicep while he brings Adam's hand to his mouth and kisses his fingers instead.]

[Had it been anyone else, Adams sure this couldn't have been as reverent or loving or something that his pride could even allow. After all, he is Adam Parrish and he can do everything himself. But there's a guilty pleasure in letting Ronan take care of him. It could be an addiction if he isn't careful but it's also possible he's far past the point of return.

His eyes open when their kiss finally breaks but he watches Ronan's face, he shifts his thumb to brush briefly along his lips and each touch that really had no means being sexual was filling him with an aching need.]

Lynch...

[Ronan meets Adam's eyes, smoldering, as he releases Adam's hand to reach for the other arm. He washes this one, too, with exquisite care. This is his honor. As always, he lives to serve Adam. While he does this, he recites in a low murmur:]

Videt igne micantes sideribus similes oculos;
videt oscula, quae non est vidisse satis;
laudat digitosque manusque bracchiaque
et nudos media plus parte lacertos...

[Ronan presses a hot kiss to Adam's palm. His free hand drops down to hold Adam by the waist, drawing him close to feel his arousal and make his own known, to trap them together.]

Sic pectore toto uritur.

[ Adam can so easily get lost in Ronan's eyes in the words that feel too much, too reverent and worshipful that he's almost uncomfortable. He's not nearly enough to be worthy of this. He's never been even if sometimes Ronan makes him feel that the is.

The water laps around them, a soothing sound as their bodies draw closer. The heat of their arousals as the pressed together makes Adam moan, cheeks flushing, teeth catching his bottom lip after he had. His free hand touches Ronan's cheek then slips down his torso between them. His fingers trace over Ronan's arousal, brushing over the head. It's a teasing touch as he keeps his eyes on Ronan while he does it, fingertips stroking back down. ]

Ronan... [ But he's saying everything. He nearly says more but instead, his hand does wrap around both of their lengths, stroking once slowly, distracted from the fact that perhaps they should finish cleaning themselves up. The water itself had already made him feel substantially less dirty. ]

[Ronan sucks in a breath as Adam takes him in hand, and just as Ovid's words proclaimed, he feels like he's on fire. He could never conceive of Adam's belief that he's unworthy. Every time Adam lays hands on him, it feels like the touch of God. Now that he's been with others, Ronan knows for certain that no one else's touch is like Adam's. It has nothing to do with skill or experience, and possibly it has nothing to do even with love. There's an overpowering something that compels him to worship Adam, and he only feels fulfilled when Adam's blessed hands are worshiping him in return.]

I love you.

[Simpler words now, as Adam's hand massages thought straight out of his mind. It's usually Ronan who takes charge in these moments, but for now, he's content to relinquish his control and allow Adam to pleasure him. His hands run over Adam's sides, holding his bony ribs, while his mouth finds the crook of Adam's neck. Half-submerged in water, he kisses it anyway.]

I love you. [ The return of those words are automatic and he means them with every being of his heart. There's never a doubt that Ronan loves him just as much but the doubt is more about if he should, if Adam deserves it.

His hand is careful in its movements, his hand not nearly as soft as he really thought that Ronan's hands are. He wonders if he likes that feeling. The way that his hand felt on his cock. Would he like it better if his hands were soft? They aren't the sort of thoughts that matter as he strokes their cocks, as his thumb teases Ronan's tip again.

Adam's head tilts to the side of the other presses his lips to his neck. ] I want you.

[Reverently, the way one might say amen, Ronan whispers against Adam's skin:]

I'm yours.

[Ronan has always loved the roughness of Adam's hands. He's always loved everything about Adam's hands, except for the fact that they pained him when he worked himself to the bone. Even with Adam's coarse fingers on the most sensitive part of him, Ronan adores them. If anything, the friction heightens his pleasure, drawing a purr out of him as he presses another kiss to Adam's throat.]

[ Adam swallows because that's something that always scares him, even now. Even after they've found some of their footing with intimacy he wonders how much of it is because he wants it and Ronan feels obligated to give it to him. The thought rarely is one that he escapes from completely if at all. Usually, when Ronan drives their direction the worry is less, the feeling that it's what Ronan wants is more concrete.

But he loves the feeling of stroking Ronan's cock and quickly ignores his own in favor of giving the attention solely to Ronan. It's easier anyway, to stroke him, to focus on the hardness of his length in his hand and the softness of lips on his throat. ]

Have you had more dreams? [ Ones like the one he'd described what felt a lifetime ago in the BMW. He's played that description over and over in his mind. He wonders if perhaps if they ever get somewhere truly safe if they could make it happen. ]

Mm...

[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.

[ 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. ]

[If Adam had finished the thought, Ronan wouldn't have denied him. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to deny Adam anything ever again. Of course, maybe that's exactly Adam's fear. Ronan is increasingly and happily losing himself to Adam's will.

He pushes closer, rutting against Adam's palm with a slow thrust of his hips. His thoughts aren't so far from Adam's, and though he also keeps them to himself, they aren't exactly secret. His tongue gently pushes past Adam's lips, penetrating his mouth, while his hands dip down over the small of Adam's back.]

[ The conversations they'd had when Adam first got here still haunt him, just a little. The idea that Ronan doesn't have the ability to turn him down on anything regardless of what he wants feels too much like he could easily get him to do something he didn't want then and would eventually resent Adam for.

But there are no words just now, just touch and desire they both feel. Ronan's fingers on his back send shivers hot along his spine. Lips part, eagerly taking him in, sucking lightly on his tongue like he would if it's Ronan's cock.

He stops stroking Ronan, wanting to draw it out, pleasuring him. His hand presses up over his abs fingers tracing each dip of his muscles and skin to one of the nipples he knows to be so sensitive. He knows Ronan will miss the feeling of his hand stroking his cock but there's an enjoyment in prolonging it.

Adam just doesn't want this moment to end, they'd found corner of heaven and safety. Clean and able to explore each other's bodies once more. ]

[Something about the wetness makes his nipple feel especially tender, the brush of Adam's rough fingertip sending a shiver down his spine. His cock, abandoned, throbs in response to this migrating heat. Ronan's body moves without thought, water splashing around them as he grinds up against Adam for momentary relief. His tongue thrusts, too, burying itself deeper in Adam's mouth while his lips kiss with increasing need.

It's understandable, why Adam would want to be patient and make it last, but Ronan's lust has been awakened and he desires Adam feverishly. His hands slip further, until he's cupping Adam by the ass and their bodies are gliding together again. They feel weightless in the water, and the temperature is so perfect that it feels like they're suspended in air.

Ronan withdraws his tongue so he can catch his breath, and he can't help nipping at Adam's lips. He pleads against Adam's mouth:]

Touch all of me. I need to feel you everywhere.

[Adam's hands are holy and Ronan could never resent their touch.]

[ Adam's filled with even more desire as Ronan grinds against him, carelessly and lustful. There's a powerful feeling to it, to knowing that Ronan most certainly wants him right now. He kisses him deeply, feverish with wanting everything to be taken but to take everything in return. He wants more and more and he could never get enough of Ronan. The water has a way of making it almost feel like they're even closer than they usually are, as if there is some question to where one begins and the other ends.

The way that even when Adam is trying to slow things down and Ronan remains so eager makes him feel so wanted but he's still worried that things will go too fast. He wants to beg for more time. Can Ronan dream that? He supposes in a way he already had with this room that feels out of time and space.

His lips stay parted slightly when they stop kissing, a quiet sound welling in the back of his throat at the nip and the request.

His fingers slide down his chest to his sides and hips to pull him close then as if he could flush their bodies from chest down and as if they could touch each other everywhere at once. almost. His hands slide over his lower back, looking at him briefly. The desire to be touched by Ronan is just as clear as he leans in to kiss. ]

[Ronan is all too glad to fulfill Adam's desire. He squeezes Adam's ass while they kiss, his hands possessive and just shy of boorish. Adam is one of the few things that can tame his aggression, but Ronan is always in danger of losing himself and overstepping. He's fighting his nature every time he touches Adam, so afraid of breaking him. Especially because Adam is so slender and fragile beneath Ronan's violent hands.

One keeps a hold of Adam's ass in its tight grip while the other hand glides back up over spine and shoulder blade. He's captured Adam like this, dipping his tongue again and again into Adam's mouth. It's never going to be enough, because they'll never become whole the way Ronan wants them to be, but these moments are the closest they might ever get.

Ronan's hips sway for another slow grind against Adam, his throat rumbling with a low moan. It takes all of his self-control to keep himself from going wild and being unchaste. If any of this can be called chaste in the first place.]

[ If ronan had asked Adam, Adam would have wanted him to lose himself in them, to stop worrying that he would break. He wouldn't and if he did break in Ronan's hands there would have been no better way to be broken. He moans as Ronan grip his ass, more than happy to return the kiss, to open his mouth to him and accept the way his tongue pushed inside of him, claiming him.

He wants him so much. He wants everything and he still doesn't know if there's going to be a time that Ronan longs for. But as they grind agianst each other, the other's kiss hot and leaving him wanting more he breaks it.

He's panting as he meets the other's eyes. ]

Ronan, I want... [ His throat tightens slightly because what he wants to ask for is so selfish and he can remember all their previous conversations, he can remember the feeling of being rejected and pushed away and would that happen again?

If Ronan said yes would it be because he truly desired it, that he's okay with it and wants it as much as he does or is it because he wants to do anything for Adam? ]

I want to make love.

[ He finally says quietly, not caring that the phrasing feels cheesy and trite. ]

[It doesn't sound cheesy or trite to Ronan's ears. It does, however, strike him with a flash of momentary terror. Not because he doesn't want Adam (God have mercy on him, he wants Adam so badly) but because he still doesn't feel ready. They still aren't married. He still doesn't know what to do with his body. They're still in this awful place. He's still dying. Slowly, but still.

On the other hand, he is dying.

He is dying.

Is he going to die without making love to Adam? There have been so many close calls already. Even if they didn't know about the demon waiting for them in the future, it feels like he nearly loses his life every other day. Would he have regretted anything more than dying without giving himself to Adam completely?

Ronan looks into Adam's eyes. He hopes the love overpowers the fear in his gaze.]

What if I hurt you?

[The heart of his concern. He's such a terrible and treacherous thing.]

[ Adam could nearly hear those gears turning in Ronan's head and he understood it. He did but they'd both come close to losing each other. He's refusing to look at the other's wrists as much as the other is trying to keep them hidden from him. The ideal future may or may not be possible but here in this room they had each other, they had everything.

Adam wants everything. ]

I trust you.

[ It didn't matter if it hurt, nothing would hurt more than never being able to be with him. He kisses him, more chaste for now. ]

It'll be okay.

[His hands are shaking, he realizes, and he hopes the movement of the water is enough to conceal that. Ronan bows his head to kiss Adam's jaw and his cheek before whispering against his skin:]

Okay.

[He catches Adam's lips again, his body shifting as his hand drops from Adam's shoulder to grip him at the waist. It's something like standing at the top of a waterfall, preparing to dive. There's no right way to do it, but a lot of wrong ways, and mostly it comes down to luck.

Ronan slips his knee between Adam's thighs, spreading his legs. His hand brushes over Adam's cock as it makes its way down and under, seeking his entrance. He teases it with his fingertip, waiting for Adam to relax.]

[ If Adam realizes that Ronan's hands are shaking he wouldn't say anything. He's nervous, maybe even a little scared about this, maybe more so the repercussions than the actual act but the idea of sex is still as intimidating as it is exciting. But what if they don't get a better chance this room? Clean and beautiful and made from Ronan's dreams for Adam. Could it get better than this? Adam's not sure it could.

He kisses him back, his hands running over his head and the back of his neck, soothing soft caresses and massaging along his shoulder as the other spread his thighs. Adam shudders as the hand brushes past his aching length, lower and he feels a coiling heat at the memory of how good his fingers had felt the last time they did this.

There's the instinctive tensing in anticipation his muscles somewhat fluttering as he thinks himself through relaxing at the press of the finger, the sensation of it against the entrance arousing all by itself, though. ]

[Gently, Ronan pushes his finger into Adam. It's easier now that they're submerged in water, and especially because Adam wants it so badly. Still, Ronan doesn't rush it. It's a slow massage, only to get Adam used to the feeling of him there. His other hand finds Adam's nipple, thumb rubbing small circles to the same rhythm as his probing finger, encouraging Adam's pleasure.

Ronan tries not to think ahead. He doesn't want to lose his nerve. He'll handle each part of this moment-to-moment. This, right now, is nothing they haven't done before. More than once, he's pleasured Adam with nothing but his fingers. He's more in danger of making Adam come too quickly than causing him any harm. With that reassurance, Ronan remembers to breathe.

His lips leave Adam's mouth, trailing kisses along his jaw. He dips down, sucking the sensitive curve of Adam's throat, feeling Adam's pulse against his tongue. A sweet haze dulls his mind, drawn out by the warmth of the bath and the warmth of Adam's skin and the warmth inside him. Beneath Adam's hands, Ronan's muscles lose some of their tension.]

[ It feels good, even if it's slow, that's not something that Adam minds. He savors it, even if it makes him ache his body impatient a part of his mind impatient too. There's a part of him, still, that's scared of asking for this. He knows how selfish it it is, he can imagine later on Ronan resenting him for it. Would he? He still worries about those things even as he's being touched, as he's touching Ronan.

When the other's lips move, leaving the heated line of kisses and sucks and he wouldn't mind if he also left marks in his wake, the kind he was apt to leaving on Ronan more often than not. ]

You won't regret it, right? [ He murmurs because even if he thinks in the future the answer might change he wants to hear what Ronan thinks now, wants to be reassured that he's not pushing him into something he doesn't want. It's hard to think of the possibility he doesn't want it, though, not with how hard Ronan is, how hungry his touch and mouth are.

His fingers curl into his shoulder briefly before stroking down his arms, feeling the strength of his biceps. God, he loves everything about Ronan. ]

[Ronan's hand leaves Adam's chest to cup his face, turning it so that their lips meet again. The kiss is savored, unhurried. It's either delaying his reply or it is his reply. His tongue dips into Adam's mouth for a taste, and Ronan breathes the answer against Adam's lips:]

Only if you do.

[What's the purpose of any of it - Ronan's devotion, his desire to marry, his need to make the moment perfect - if not for Adam? Ronan could never regret touching Adam. He could only regret doing it the wrong way.

And with that, Ronan pushes a second finger into Adam. He's not sure how he'll know when Adam's ready. He's still so tight that it seems impossible. But the thought makes Ronan ache, his cock rock-hard and throbbing with anticipation. God, it's all he wants, to be inside Adam.]

I'll never regret a second with you. [ Adam whispers and he feels comforted by Ronan saying that because Ronan doesn't lie and that was not an answer that skirts around truths. At least it doesn't feel like it is.

When the second finger presses in Adam's fingers dig in a little into his arms a quiet gasp and moan slipping from his lips, the muscle tensing around Ronan's fingers at first but slowly relaxing again. He tilts his head to press kisses along his jawline, soft whispers of want and love on his breath and not fully formed thoughts.

His hands slowly release the harsh grip on the other's biceps, returning to their slow exploration of his body, fingertips admiring ridges of muscle, rubbing against sensitive spots he's come to learn so well over his stomach and chest while there is still some room between their bodies. He doesn't think that will last for long. Soon they'll be flush against each other. ]

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