[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.]
[Adam responds with a contented hum, grinding his hips more freely against Ronan's after that invitation. His tongue explores Ronan's mouth, claiming every inch of him, mapping teeth and lips and the roof of his mouth.
Bumping their noses together between kisses, Adam pants softly against Ronan's lips, eyes closing with contentment.]
You want me to fuck you?
[He's pretty sure that's what Ronan meant, and he's all too happy to oblige, but he's just as happy to do almost anything else as long as it means being tangled up with Ronan, reflecting love between their bodies.]
[Ronan nods as he presses his forehead to Adam's. His skin is warm, slick with sweat, the shadows hiding how red his cheeks are. Maybe he shouldn't have asked. He doesn't know. Maybe Adam doesn't want that from him.]
Or, you know, whatever.
[It's Adam's needs he's here to serve, after all. His hips slide against Adam's, coaxing.]
[Adam smiles and nuzzles at him, giving a possessive kiss by way of answer and then letting go so that he can grope in the darkness for the lube. He's glad that he grabbed the bottle that Ronan had dreamed, because he's not confident he'd be able to find an ordinary bottle in the darkness. This one is lit up for his senses, and comes eagerly to his hand. Adam snaps it open, leaning over to kiss Ronan's cheek and getting his shoulder instead.]
Do you want to be on your back or do you want to ride me?
[There are other options, but Adam doesn't offer them, choosing the two that he thinks will be easiest or most reassuring for Ronan.]
[He's confident that he can take whatever Adam gives him. Reaching between their bodies, Ronan grabs hold of Adam's length. He gives it a lazy stroke before holding it steady for Adam to prepare, as if he needed the assistance.]
[There's fond warmth in Adam's voice as he gently brushes Ronan's hand away. He needs to make sure Ronan is prepped, and the touch will only get him distracted.]
I'm yours, too, remember. What you want is important to me. It goes both ways.
[Pouring a little of the lube into his hand, Adam gently nudges at Ronan's thigh.]
[Ronan obviously doesn't care nearly as much about that as Adam does. They can go too fast. Adam can hurt him, if it's his pleasure. But Ronan lets go when Adam swats him away.]
Don't worry so much.
[He lies back as instructed, drawing his knees up. He's plenty relaxed already. Adam made sure of that.]
[Adam settles between his partner's legs, starting to play cool, lube-slicked fingers over Ronan's hole. He's just exploring for now, gently teasing his fingertip around the rim in order to enjoy the way that it clenches.]
I'm enjoying making my beloved feel good. Which is, and this may surprise you, harder to do when someone keeps insisting that it's not a worthwhile goal.
[He slides one finger into Ronan right at the pause where Ronan might make a response to that, pressing his index finger in to the hilt and then holding it there as he lets Ronan get used to it.]
[Ronan loses his train of thought, as Adam intended, his words dissolving on a hitched breath. All of his focus is suddenly fixed on Adam's finger, the clean and determined invasion of it. Ronan can feel warmth returning to his loins even though Adam satisfied him a few short minutes ago.
And I'm just saying, as I've said before, that I want this to go both ways.
[Adam slides that finger in and out a few times, leisurely in his exploration of how Ronan's hole clenched around it and clenched again once it was gone.]
I don't want a relationship where my boyfriend gives and sacrifices and then tries to fight me reciprocating. I don't just want to be loved by you, I want to be in love with you.
[Sliding his finger deep again, Adam hooks it, searching for Ronan's prostate in order to find out how sensitive he is to stimulation.]
[Ronan's lips move voicelessly with the intention of correcting Adam. It's not unbalanced the way Adam thinks. Adam's already made his sacrifice. He gives to Ronan every day and he'll give even more before they're done, before Ronan's unmade.
His thoughts vanish again as Adam's finger brushes something inside, sending a jolt of heat through his body. Ronan gasps, hips jerking up. Flexing, pulling, wanting.]
[Adam grins at the reaction he gets, leaning down to kiss Ronan's inner thigh as he draws his finger back and then adds a second one, questing for Ronan's prostate and starting to gently massage circles around it.]
[Which is to say: yes. It's the kind of good that's too good, wiping away the rest of his senses. He feels nothing but Adam's fingers rolling inside him, sending electricity up his spine and making his thighs quiver.]
[Adam grins at that, drawing his fingers back a little and playing them instead around the rim of Ronan's hole, coaxing the muscles to relax and pinching the rim between thumb and finger, stimulating and soothing before plunging two fingers deep again and rubbing over Ronan's prostate.
Ronan might have thought that this process was just the perfunctory lead-up to penetration, but Adam is more than happy to finger him to another orgasm before they get there.]
That's called your prostate. Prostate orgasms are different, deeper. Supposedly it's possible to have multiple orgasms in a row, like girls do, or to have a prostate orgasm without actually ejaculating.
[They will have to do further research, obviously.
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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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Bumping their noses together between kisses, Adam pants softly against Ronan's lips, eyes closing with contentment.]
You want me to fuck you?
[He's pretty sure that's what Ronan meant, and he's all too happy to oblige, but he's just as happy to do almost anything else as long as it means being tangled up with Ronan, reflecting love between their bodies.]
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Or, you know, whatever.
[It's Adam's needs he's here to serve, after all. His hips slide against Adam's, coaxing.]
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Do you want to be on your back or do you want to ride me?
[There are other options, but Adam doesn't offer them, choosing the two that he thinks will be easiest or most reassuring for Ronan.]
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[He's confident that he can take whatever Adam gives him. Reaching between their bodies, Ronan grabs hold of Adam's length. He gives it a lazy stroke before holding it steady for Adam to prepare, as if he needed the assistance.]
I'm yours. Do anything you want.
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[There's fond warmth in Adam's voice as he gently brushes Ronan's hand away. He needs to make sure Ronan is prepped, and the touch will only get him distracted.]
I'm yours, too, remember. What you want is important to me. It goes both ways.
[Pouring a little of the lube into his hand, Adam gently nudges at Ronan's thigh.]
Lay back and relax.
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Don't worry so much.
[He lies back as instructed, drawing his knees up. He's plenty relaxed already. Adam made sure of that.]
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[Adam settles between his partner's legs, starting to play cool, lube-slicked fingers over Ronan's hole. He's just exploring for now, gently teasing his fingertip around the rim in order to enjoy the way that it clenches.]
I'm enjoying making my beloved feel good. Which is, and this may surprise you, harder to do when someone keeps insisting that it's not a worthwhile goal.
[He slides one finger into Ronan right at the pause where Ronan might make a response to that, pressing his index finger in to the hilt and then holding it there as he lets Ronan get used to it.]
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[Ronan loses his train of thought, as Adam intended, his words dissolving on a hitched breath. All of his focus is suddenly fixed on Adam's finger, the clean and determined invasion of it. Ronan can feel warmth returning to his loins even though Adam satisfied him a few short minutes ago.
He catches his breath, releasing some tension.]
Everything you do makes me feel good.
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[Adam slides that finger in and out a few times, leisurely in his exploration of how Ronan's hole clenched around it and clenched again once it was gone.]
I don't want a relationship where my boyfriend gives and sacrifices and then tries to fight me reciprocating. I don't just want to be loved by you, I want to be in love with you.
[Sliding his finger deep again, Adam hooks it, searching for Ronan's prostate in order to find out how sensitive he is to stimulation.]
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His thoughts vanish again as Adam's finger brushes something inside, sending a jolt of heat through his body. Ronan gasps, hips jerking up. Flexing, pulling, wanting.]
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Feel good?
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[Which is to say: yes. It's the kind of good that's too good, wiping away the rest of his senses. He feels nothing but Adam's fingers rolling inside him, sending electricity up his spine and making his thighs quiver.]
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Ronan might have thought that this process was just the perfunctory lead-up to penetration, but Adam is more than happy to finger him to another orgasm before they get there.]
That's called your prostate. Prostate orgasms are different, deeper. Supposedly it's possible to have multiple orgasms in a row, like girls do, or to have a prostate orgasm without actually ejaculating.
[They will have to do further research, obviously.
For science.]
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