[A tremor runs through Ronan's body, one that Adam will feel more than Gansey. Of all of them, Gansey's the one most out of Ronan's reach. They don't kiss often. They don't kiss near enough for Ronan to feel certain of his place, and the caress of his tongue is exactly what Ronan needs to affirm that he's wanted here. He savors the taste of Gansey, heat building as their mouths work slowly against one another. Shame settles in as he realizes he can't hide his arousal, and Adam will be feeling that, too.
They break and Ronan bows down, his lips finding Adam's shoulder. He presses kisses along the curve of Adam's neck between hot breaths, and meanwhile his hand drops back down, fingers hooking into the waistband of Gansey's pants. He whispers into Adam's skin:]
We love you.
[Ronan's eyes flick up to Gansey, an unspoken signal that they shouldn't neglect Adam. Adam's at the center of them, physically and in every other way, the object around which Ronan and Gansey orbit.]
[Adam's breath catches as Ronan's attention shifts onto him. He presses back against Ronan while his arm tightens around Gansey's waist, wanting to be trapped between his lovers. The words of love make him quiver, eyes closing as he savors them, repeating them over and over again in his mind.
He can feel Ronan's arousal, and that makes his lips quirk, grinding his hips back briefly in a gesture of acknowledgement and approval. He doesn't care whether this remains chaste or becomes more heated. In either case, Ronan's arousal is something wonderful, a signal of pleasure and excitement, of love.]
[Gansey catches Ronan's eye with the briefest of smirks, all the acknowledgment needed. His lips are still alight from the kiss. He ducks down to capture Adam's lips, corroboration of Ronan's words, full of adoration.
He doesn't miss the hand at his waist though, his own hand that was on Ronan's shoulder now moving up to thread into Ronan's growing hair, gripping firmly to keep Ronan close to them.]
[Ronan moans softly as Adam rocks back against him. As he feared, his desire hasn't gone unnoticed, though at least Adam's encouraging him. He doesn't expect more, however. Or any relief at all, really. Ronan didn't come here in search of anything, and it was Adam and Gansey who were interrupted.
Gansey's keeping him close, still, so Ronan makes no attempt to pull away. He rests his chin on Adam's shoulder, aching as he watches the two of them kiss. It feels just as terrible as the first time he saw it, the certainty of their love and Ronan's near-but-far proximity to it. Before all of this, he only ever understood love as something given with one's whole heart. And though there's no part of this that Ronan wants to give up, either, every time Adam kisses someone else, Ronan's reminded of his measure. Not whole love, but just a sliver, and the piece that's easiest to leave behind.
They are beautiful, though, and Ronan presses in just to push them closer together.]
[Adam moans as Gansey claims his lips, and then again as Ronan presses them closer. He's sealed between them, and it feels perfect. It feels like he belongs here.
His hand finds Ronan's on Gansey's waist, twining their fingers together. He grips Ronan's hand tightly, and his kiss becomes fiercer as he does so, more desperate.
When he relaxes his grip, it's only because his desperation has been soothed into joy and mischief. He guides Ronan's hand down, fingertips brushing the hem of Gansey's jeans.
His lips pause, catching Gansey's lower lip and tugging it, holding it there for a moment to give him the focus he needs to wiggle his fingers under the hem without letting go, taking Ronan's hand down with him to feel the upper curve of Gansey's ass.]
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They break and Ronan bows down, his lips finding Adam's shoulder. He presses kisses along the curve of Adam's neck between hot breaths, and meanwhile his hand drops back down, fingers hooking into the waistband of Gansey's pants. He whispers into Adam's skin:]
We love you.
[Ronan's eyes flick up to Gansey, an unspoken signal that they shouldn't neglect Adam. Adam's at the center of them, physically and in every other way, the object around which Ronan and Gansey orbit.]
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He can feel Ronan's arousal, and that makes his lips quirk, grinding his hips back briefly in a gesture of acknowledgement and approval. He doesn't care whether this remains chaste or becomes more heated. In either case, Ronan's arousal is something wonderful, a signal of pleasure and excitement, of love.]
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He doesn't miss the hand at his waist though, his own hand that was on Ronan's shoulder now moving up to thread into Ronan's growing hair, gripping firmly to keep Ronan close to them.]
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Gansey's keeping him close, still, so Ronan makes no attempt to pull away. He rests his chin on Adam's shoulder, aching as he watches the two of them kiss. It feels just as terrible as the first time he saw it, the certainty of their love and Ronan's near-but-far proximity to it. Before all of this, he only ever understood love as something given with one's whole heart. And though there's no part of this that Ronan wants to give up, either, every time Adam kisses someone else, Ronan's reminded of his measure. Not whole love, but just a sliver, and the piece that's easiest to leave behind.
They are beautiful, though, and Ronan presses in just to push them closer together.]
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His hand finds Ronan's on Gansey's waist, twining their fingers together. He grips Ronan's hand tightly, and his kiss becomes fiercer as he does so, more desperate.
When he relaxes his grip, it's only because his desperation has been soothed into joy and mischief. He guides Ronan's hand down, fingertips brushing the hem of Gansey's jeans.
His lips pause, catching Gansey's lower lip and tugging it, holding it there for a moment to give him the focus he needs to wiggle his fingers under the hem without letting go, taking Ronan's hand down with him to feel the upper curve of Gansey's ass.]