[The relief on Ronan's face upon hearing those words is only a fraction of what he feels.]
This is why you're the mastermind.
[Really, though, it sounds like the perfect end to a very confusing day. Ronan's aching with want after having been denied Kyle's touch earlier, so the solution is both emotionally and physically gratifying. And it means that Adam's committing to this idea of bringing Kyle in. Ronan's getting harder at the mere thought of being able to have the both of them at the same time. Of Adam and Kyle having each other.]
This is why you should tell me your ideas instead of springing them on me.
[Another kiss, this one lingering, and then Adam pulls away. He doesn't want them to get pulled into having sex here and have their plans delayed. They can manage ten minutes worth of self control.]
Come on.
[He gets up, grabbing the bottle of lube and gathering up the top quilt from the bed. They're going to be tromping at least fifty feet and probably more through the woods. Clothes would be practical. Shoes would be especially practical.
But that means getting dressed and then promptly getting undressed again. And it's not like they're pine woods. Adam starts down the stairs with his armful of quilt.]
[Ronan watches Adam rise from the bed, momentarily too dizzy with lust to focus on anything else. It strikes him how lucky he is, Adam so beautiful and so indulgent and so forgiving. Sometimes Ronan really wonders if he didn't dream him.
At the request, Ronan remembers himself. He gives a dazed nod before his body dissolves back into light. Gathering himself into a ball of white flame, he floats gently through the air to Adam's side.]
[Content to be heading on a midnight forest sex adventure, Adam heads down the stairs and out into the forest. He can see most of the meadows like it's daylight just through his energy powers--the whole place still thrums with dream energy. Every leaf, every plank of wood, most of it was created by the previous Ronan to match the environs of the Barns back home, and then renovated by this Ronan to better match the group's needs and desires.
As they head into the woods, Adam's senses dim. Further from the buildings, less of the landscaping is magically influenced and more of it is natural Virginia woods. Adam can sense magical beings moving through it--he knows where Henrietta is, napping somewhere distant--but plants and animals are dark to him, and he's grateful for Ronan's light.]
You choose the spot, beautiful. You're the one who's going to be doing most of the heavy lifting of dreaming it into what we need.
[Ronan has never created a space for the specific purpose of seduction before. He's not entirely sure what would make a space desirable for that purpose, tucked away in the dark woods. He drifts lazily over a narrow path between the trees, uninspired, until they come upon a small hill were the trees clear and the night sky becomes visible above.
Stopping there, Ronan spills into his human form again, one arm around Adam's waist.]
This looks like a good place for a fountain.
[With an inviting blanket of grass for love-making, before they get to dreaming.]
[Adam smiles, letting the blanket fall from his arms as he turns toward the warmth of Ronan's body. He tilts his head up for a kiss, curling a possessive hand around the side of Ronan's neck while his other hand rests against Ronan's chest, roaming idly over his skin.
Now he can let go of all his practical concerns. There's nothing he needs to worry about, other than--possibly--spreading the blanket before they end up horizontal. All that matters is Ronan pressed close against him, naked and eager.
Adam's grinning into each kiss, tingling with pleasure and magic. He loves sex with all of his boyfriends, but he's especially addicted to it with Ronan because of the energy magic between them, the soul-deep intimacy of their connection. He plays with it constantly when they're together, reverberating soft patterns of energy between them so that even their heartbeats align.]
[In these moments, obeying Adam feels no different than obeying his own desire. He meets Adam's lips, bowing to that possessive hand. Yes, he is Adam's. Happily, always, for the rest of his life Adam's. Ronan kisses him like he needs it for survival, and his other palm rises to Adam's cheek, fingers pushing into his hair. He cradles Adam's cheek and kisses him for life.
Their bodies fall into sync. The feeling is so subtle he's never sure if it's imagined or real, that they draw breath at the same time or share a single heartbeat. He doesn't know if it's something Adam does or something that happens because part of him lives inside Adam. He just knows that he loves it, and when it happens, he feels like he's doing the right thing.
The hand at Adam's waist slips to the small of his back and pulls their hips into a collision. Ronan's shoulder bumps into a tree trunk and he uses it for stability while grinding up against Adam, his hard cock pulsing against Adam's thigh. Adam said he loved this Ronan. Ronan won't deny him anything.]
[Adam moans into his mouth, loud and shameless. He's gotten less quiet in his time here, especially when it comes to sex. He no longer tries to take up less space and remain unobtrustive, at least not within their group.
Eager for Ronan, Adam grinds against him in return, returning the kisses hungrily. His fingertips find Ronan's nipple, plucking at it, and then his hand dips lower, down around Ronan's hip to his ass, pulling him closer and grinding against him.
At the first break in the kiss, Adam flashes him a grin and then dips his head, flicking his tongue over Ronan's nipple and following it up with a light scrape of teeth.]
[It's Ronan's turn to moan, an animal sound that echoes through the empty woods. His fingers claw at the bark to keep him steady and upright while Adam's mouth works its way down. Ronan's long body sways, a shiver running down his spine and twitching his cock in response to Adam's grazing teeth.
His other hand loses its grip on Adam before finding his hair, fingers tangling up in it, then pressing his head closer. He encourages Adam's mouth, at his nipple and then begging lower. He wants Adam to swallow him up.]
[Adam slides gladly to his knees, flashing a grin up at his boyfriend. He's all too happy to indulge Ronan's desires. He likes Ronan having desires and wants to reinforce how welcome those desires are.
Grinning up at Ronan through his lashes, Adam leans forward to start to kiss his length, stroking at himself as he lavishes licks and nuzzles over every inch of Ronan.]
[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.]
[Adam yearns for him, groaning once as Ronan plays with his hair. Adam's ambition tilts all too readily into greed at moments like this, and he wants all of Ronan, wants to devour him, to possess him.
Sucking Ronan's cock into his mouth, Adam presses forward, eyes closing with bliss at the feel of Ronan's skin against his tongue.
He shifts and a pebble bites into his knee. Drawing away with a breathy laugh and a curse, Adam stretches out his arm for the discarded blanket. He folds it and tucks it under his knees with swift, efficient motions, reaching for Ronan's hip again to pull him forward, to envelop him again.]
[Ronan only has a moment to enjoy the heat of Adam's mouth before he's bereft, and he hisses as Adam pulls away:]
Fucking forest.
[But once they're situated again, he relaxes, heedless of the tree bark digging into his shoulder where it supports his weight. All he can think about is Adam's hand at his hip and the soft lips wrapped around his cock. Ronan's hand drops down to caress Adam's cheek before taking a firmer grip, holding Adam close.]
[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.]
[It catches Ronan by surprise. He hadn't expected Adam to go so far, so fast. Actually, he'd begun to think it was altogether impossible for someone to deep throat him, given his size. So when Adam first takes him in, Ronan can't breathe, either. His breath's caught in his throat until Adam withdraws. They exhale simultaneously, Ronan shivering, and his breath hitches again as Adam once more swallows him up.
When he meets Adam's eye, he looks dizzy with wonder. His mouth's hanging open in disbelief, on the verge of a moan that dissolves into a softer ah, ah with every slight move Adam's throat makes around him. He lets the sensation spill over into Adam's mind, allowing him to feel the pleasure of his own work. It's incredible.]
[Confident enough to be cocky, Adam starts to bob his head, slowly finding a pace so that he has enough space to breathe without interrupting or releasing Ronan from his mouth. Ronan is his, entirely his, and Adam wants to give him the wonders of the world. There's no way Adam would have accepted this as impossible. He was always going to find a way.
He watches Ronan's eyes as much as he can, relishing his reactions, but it all takes focus. Moving, swallowing, breathing, keeping the pattern smooth and even, it's all he can do, but he's more than happy to spend his attention on Ronan. Ronan is half his soul, and Adam wants him to know that he's worth it.]
[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.]
[Keeping his grip on Ronan's hip with one hand, Adam curls the other one around the base of Ronan's cock, cradling Ronan's shaft and balls between his fingers, and putting just enough pressure to hold back his orgasm, preventing him from coming just yet. He relishes his control over Ronan, and this is something new, something they haven't explored yet.
Giving all of himself as he bobs his head down Ronan's length, taking him to the hilt every other time and carefully controlling his breath to make it seamless, Adam tugs at Ronan's energy and holds his cock, controlling every cell of him and holding him back from the edge, just within grabbing distance of it but unattainable.]
[Ronan feels the climax building, and he's ready to give himself over to it - which makes it all the more confusing when Adam changes tactics. Especially because Adam doesn't stop. He doesn't pull away or release Ronan, doesn't seem to actually deny him anything. With something as simple as a move of his hand, he pulls Ronan back, leaving him quivering and needy without release. Ronan's fingers dig into the tree bark, squeezing as if that can somehow push him over.
But it doesn't.
And for the second time tonight, Ronan's interrupted. His balls had been aching before they even reached the forest, and now the tightness feels like it's crawling up his spine, heat growing in his stomach with nowhere else to go. He's beginning to feel swollen, too thick to be contained in Adam's mouth, or maybe just too sensitive.]
[Adam's not quite sure how far he wants to push this just yet, so he only gives it half a minute, letting the tension build in Ronan, fluttering through his energy, and then he releases him. His hand relaxes, curling soothingly around his shaft, and Adam pulls his head back so that Ronan can come on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks around Ronan, heart pounding with ecstasy at this pleasure and control.]
[Ronan lets out a cry as Adam sets him free, the delayed rush hitting him all at once. Swept up in a wave of pleasure, he comes so hard he nearly collapses, clawing at the tree to stay upright while his other hand maintains its hold on Adam. He fights to keep from slipping away, cock pulsing between Adam's lips as his seed fills Adam's mouth, gasping out ragged moans until he's finally spent.
Then he sags, not quite releasing Adam as he sinks slowly to his knees beside him. When they come face to face, Ronan pushes in to kiss him, grateful. His whole body's trembling with aftershocks. Whatever Adam did to him, it shook him deep.]
[Adam welcomes him close, wrapping both arms around him and returning the kiss with yearning. He's not as strong or as big as Ronan, but he does waht he can to steady him.
Nuzzling gently at him to soothe and reassure as the kiss breaks, Adam nods.]
I'm gonna spread the blanket for us.
[He lets go of Ronan carefully, making sure he won't collapse before getting up to spread out the blanket. Adam makes quick work of it, taking Ronan's hand and drawing him onto the blanket, cuddling him close and watching his face with an adoring grin. His own cock aches, but it doesn't matter. That can wait.]
[Obedient, Ronan slips closer to Adam and stretches out beside him. Even in the clearing, the moonlight doesn't quite reach them, and Ronan strains to see Adam through the dark. His skin looks silver. Ronan reaches up, tracing the curve of Adam's lower lip with his thumb, feeling his mouth more than he sees it.
Ronan kisses him again, lingering this time. His hand drops away, seeking out Adam's once more, lacing their fingers when he finds it. He lets his love spill over into Adam's mind, a hum of adoration that emanates from him like body heat.]
[Adam returns kiss after kiss, making soft sounds of pleasure against Ronan's mouth. He can still taste Ronan's seed on his tongue, mingling with Ronan's spit and the salt on Ronan's skin.
His hips grind forward once against Ronan's hip despite Adam's efforts to ignore his own need. He can wait. He's good at waiting. Kissing Ronan like this, all sweet and languid with pleasure, is worth everything.]
[A purr rumbles in Ronan's throat as their hips collide. He squeezes Adam's hand in response, gently tugging him closer. Nothing's rushing them except desire, and he can feel Adam's. Shifting, Ronan traps Adam's thigh with his leg, keeping their bodies flush.
All the while, his mouth worships Adam's with slow kisses. He slips his tongue between Adam's lips and tastes himself, then draws Adam's tongue into his own mouth and suckles lightly. When his hips move against Adam's again, he's inviting.]
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This is why you're the mastermind.
[Really, though, it sounds like the perfect end to a very confusing day. Ronan's aching with want after having been denied Kyle's touch earlier, so the solution is both emotionally and physically gratifying. And it means that Adam's committing to this idea of bringing Kyle in. Ronan's getting harder at the mere thought of being able to have the both of them at the same time. Of Adam and Kyle having each other.]
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[Adam grins, stealing another quick kiss.]
This is why you should tell me your ideas instead of springing them on me.
[Another kiss, this one lingering, and then Adam pulls away. He doesn't want them to get pulled into having sex here and have their plans delayed. They can manage ten minutes worth of self control.]
Come on.
[He gets up, grabbing the bottle of lube and gathering up the top quilt from the bed. They're going to be tromping at least fifty feet and probably more through the woods. Clothes would be practical. Shoes would be especially practical.
But that means getting dressed and then promptly getting undressed again. And it's not like they're pine woods. Adam starts down the stairs with his armful of quilt.]
Wanna light my way, Tinkerbell?
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At the request, Ronan remembers himself. He gives a dazed nod before his body dissolves back into light. Gathering himself into a ball of white flame, he floats gently through the air to Adam's side.]
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As they head into the woods, Adam's senses dim. Further from the buildings, less of the landscaping is magically influenced and more of it is natural Virginia woods. Adam can sense magical beings moving through it--he knows where Henrietta is, napping somewhere distant--but plants and animals are dark to him, and he's grateful for Ronan's light.]
You choose the spot, beautiful. You're the one who's going to be doing most of the heavy lifting of dreaming it into what we need.
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Stopping there, Ronan spills into his human form again, one arm around Adam's waist.]
This looks like a good place for a fountain.
[With an inviting blanket of grass for love-making, before they get to dreaming.]
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Now he can let go of all his practical concerns. There's nothing he needs to worry about, other than--possibly--spreading the blanket before they end up horizontal. All that matters is Ronan pressed close against him, naked and eager.
Adam's grinning into each kiss, tingling with pleasure and magic. He loves sex with all of his boyfriends, but he's especially addicted to it with Ronan because of the energy magic between them, the soul-deep intimacy of their connection. He plays with it constantly when they're together, reverberating soft patterns of energy between them so that even their heartbeats align.]
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Their bodies fall into sync. The feeling is so subtle he's never sure if it's imagined or real, that they draw breath at the same time or share a single heartbeat. He doesn't know if it's something Adam does or something that happens because part of him lives inside Adam. He just knows that he loves it, and when it happens, he feels like he's doing the right thing.
The hand at Adam's waist slips to the small of his back and pulls their hips into a collision. Ronan's shoulder bumps into a tree trunk and he uses it for stability while grinding up against Adam, his hard cock pulsing against Adam's thigh. Adam said he loved this Ronan. Ronan won't deny him anything.]
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Eager for Ronan, Adam grinds against him in return, returning the kisses hungrily. His fingertips find Ronan's nipple, plucking at it, and then his hand dips lower, down around Ronan's hip to his ass, pulling him closer and grinding against him.
At the first break in the kiss, Adam flashes him a grin and then dips his head, flicking his tongue over Ronan's nipple and following it up with a light scrape of teeth.]
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His other hand loses its grip on Adam before finding his hair, fingers tangling up in it, then pressing his head closer. He encourages Adam's mouth, at his nipple and then begging lower. He wants Adam to swallow him up.]
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Grinning up at Ronan through his lashes, Adam leans forward to start to kiss his length, stroking at himself as he lavishes licks and nuzzles over every inch of Ronan.]
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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.]
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Sucking Ronan's cock into his mouth, Adam presses forward, eyes closing with bliss at the feel of Ronan's skin against his tongue.
He shifts and a pebble bites into his knee. Drawing away with a breathy laugh and a curse, Adam stretches out his arm for the discarded blanket. He folds it and tucks it under his knees with swift, efficient motions, reaching for Ronan's hip again to pull him forward, to envelop him again.]
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Fucking forest.
[But once they're situated again, he relaxes, heedless of the tree bark digging into his shoulder where it supports his weight. All he can think about is Adam's hand at his hip and the soft lips wrapped around his cock. Ronan's hand drops down to caress Adam's cheek before taking a firmer grip, holding Adam close.]
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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.]
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When he meets Adam's eye, he looks dizzy with wonder. His mouth's hanging open in disbelief, on the verge of a moan that dissolves into a softer ah, ah with every slight move Adam's throat makes around him. He lets the sensation spill over into Adam's mind, allowing him to feel the pleasure of his own work. It's incredible.]
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He watches Ronan's eyes as much as he can, relishing his reactions, but it all takes focus. Moving, swallowing, breathing, keeping the pattern smooth and even, it's all he can do, but he's more than happy to spend his attention on Ronan. Ronan is half his soul, and Adam wants him to know that he's worth it.]
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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.]
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Giving all of himself as he bobs his head down Ronan's length, taking him to the hilt every other time and carefully controlling his breath to make it seamless, Adam tugs at Ronan's energy and holds his cock, controlling every cell of him and holding him back from the edge, just within grabbing distance of it but unattainable.]
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But it doesn't.
And for the second time tonight, Ronan's interrupted. His balls had been aching before they even reached the forest, and now the tightness feels like it's crawling up his spine, heat growing in his stomach with nowhere else to go. He's beginning to feel swollen, too thick to be contained in Adam's mouth, or maybe just too sensitive.]
F-Fuck...
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Then he sags, not quite releasing Adam as he sinks slowly to his knees beside him. When they come face to face, Ronan pushes in to kiss him, grateful. His whole body's trembling with aftershocks. Whatever Adam did to him, it shook him deep.]
God...
[He might as well be praying to Adam.]
Take me.
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Nuzzling gently at him to soothe and reassure as the kiss breaks, Adam nods.]
I'm gonna spread the blanket for us.
[He lets go of Ronan carefully, making sure he won't collapse before getting up to spread out the blanket. Adam makes quick work of it, taking Ronan's hand and drawing him onto the blanket, cuddling him close and watching his face with an adoring grin. His own cock aches, but it doesn't matter. That can wait.]
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Ronan kisses him again, lingering this time. His hand drops away, seeking out Adam's once more, lacing their fingers when he finds it. He lets his love spill over into Adam's mind, a hum of adoration that emanates from him like body heat.]
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His hips grind forward once against Ronan's hip despite Adam's efforts to ignore his own need. He can wait. He's good at waiting. Kissing Ronan like this, all sweet and languid with pleasure, is worth everything.]
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All the while, his mouth worships Adam's with slow kisses. He slips his tongue between Adam's lips and tastes himself, then draws Adam's tongue into his own mouth and suckles lightly. When his hips move against Adam's again, he's inviting.]
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