[Adam's done more research since they last tried this. He's studied theory and technique, applying himself to the study of oral sex with as much dedication as anything else in his life. This time, as he relaxes his jaw and leans forward, Ronan's cock eases into his throat, all the way to the hilt.
Lashes fluttering, Adam makes himself relax through the panic of realizing that he can't breathe. His nostrils flare uselessly, nails digging into Ronan's hip. He can feel his own pulse fluttering in his throat, and Ronan's pounding against his tongue.
Pulling back, Adam takes a deep, shaky breath, and then tries it again, taking Ronan in to the hilt. His eyes open, looking straight up at Ronan, wanting to see Ronan's face in response to this triumph.]
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Lashes fluttering, Adam makes himself relax through the panic of realizing that he can't breathe. His nostrils flare uselessly, nails digging into Ronan's hip. He can feel his own pulse fluttering in his throat, and Ronan's pounding against his tongue.
Pulling back, Adam takes a deep, shaky breath, and then tries it again, taking Ronan in to the hilt. His eyes open, looking straight up at Ronan, wanting to see Ronan's face in response to this triumph.]