[Just one sharp thrust is enough to make him weak. Ronan gasps and shivers, fingers like claws now as he digs them into Adam's back. His grip relaxes again, slowly, as Adam grows gentler. But now Ronan knows. Adam will take him roughly or sweetly, at his pleasure. Either prospect excites Ronan, who purrs as Adam's teeth graze his throat.
He lets Adam feel it, the thrill in his belly and the shocks of his arousal when Adam moves just so, when his mouth finds a sensitive nerve or he drives a bit deeper and Ronan melts into the dance of it. He's happiest like this, when he's the cause of Adam's pleasure instead of his pain. If Adam meant to give him something to live for, he's succeeding.]
[Adam murmurs it against his skin, a prayer, an offering, as he moves within Ronan. He angles his hips as best he can, using the feedback of Ronan's sensations to know how it feels best for him, so that he can focus his energies entirely into making him melt. He stays as close as he can, arms braced beside Ronan's head and breath flooding over Ronan's neck and shoulder.
They are one, and he's never going to let this go.]
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He lets Adam feel it, the thrill in his belly and the shocks of his arousal when Adam moves just so, when his mouth finds a sensitive nerve or he drives a bit deeper and Ronan melts into the dance of it. He's happiest like this, when he's the cause of Adam's pleasure instead of his pain. If Adam meant to give him something to live for, he's succeeding.]
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[Adam murmurs it against his skin, a prayer, an offering, as he moves within Ronan. He angles his hips as best he can, using the feedback of Ronan's sensations to know how it feels best for him, so that he can focus his energies entirely into making him melt. He stays as close as he can, arms braced beside Ronan's head and breath flooding over Ronan's neck and shoulder.
They are one, and he's never going to let this go.]
Ronan.