[It's impossible for Ronan to feel ashamed of his desire for Adam anymore. He understands why Adam called it holy. There is a purity in Adam's touch and how intensely Ronan needs it, in a way that he needs nothing else. He belongs in Adam's hands and in his mouth and inside him. He doesn't know how he ever lived without Adam.]
God...
[He loosens his hold on Adam's hair just enough to comb through it instead, spurring Adam on. Every warm swipe of his tongue has Ronan growing harder, a tease that leaves him wanting more.]
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God...
[He loosens his hold on Adam's hair just enough to comb through it instead, spurring Adam on. Every warm swipe of his tongue has Ronan growing harder, a tease that leaves him wanting more.]