[Ronan's knees feel weak, his legs trembling with every move Adam makes. He sways like he means to fuck Adam's mouth, but it's really Adam in control here, taking him in and stroking with his tongue. Ronan keeps hold of him, his fingers on the curve of Adam's jaw. It's a grip that would be demanding if it wasn't needy, pleading, silently begging Adam not to stop.
He can feel already that he's not going to last long. Every time he hits the back of Adam's throat, it squeezes with an intensity that wipes all coherent thought from Ronan's mind, leaving him with a buzz of pleasure and drawing helpless gasps from him. Adam's mouth is precise in its work, meticulous in manipulating him. Adam has him exactly how he wanted him.]
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He can feel already that he's not going to last long. Every time he hits the back of Adam's throat, it squeezes with an intensity that wipes all coherent thought from Ronan's mind, leaving him with a buzz of pleasure and drawing helpless gasps from him. Adam's mouth is precise in its work, meticulous in manipulating him. Adam has him exactly how he wanted him.]