[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.
[That's probably a fascinating sex ed lesson, but Ronan barely hears it. Instead, he's feeling it, his hips rocking slightly with the movement of Adam's fingers, wanting more, then less, then more. It's too much and not enough, teasing yet overwhelming.]
A-Adam...
[There's nothing else to say, just a gasp and a shaky moan as Adam's fingers brush it again. He's felt this before, but not so powerfully or prolonged. It's true that it feels like an entirely new kind of arousal. And because he just came, just minutes ago, he doesn't know what to expect from this. How it's meant to end. It's just pleasure, and pleasure, and pleasure, all with Adam's touch, just to drive him insane.]
[Adam scatters soft kisses over Ronan's belly as his fingers move within his boyfriend. He adds a third finger, hand twisting and exploring inside of Ronan, opening him up and stimulating him with more and more pleasure.]
[Ronan can't find his words, helpless sounds escaping his throat while Adam's blessed fingers work him harder. He grabs at the forest floor, the blanket, then Adam. His palms find Adam's cheeks, stroking them like he means to beg for something. Adam is relentless, pleasuring him like this without a chance to recover.]
Want...
[Nothing. This? Everything. Adam.]
Want you inside me.
[If he's going to come again, he wants to do it with Adam. His pleasure is nothing without Adam's.]
[Adam can't resist him any longer. His own desire is pent up, cock aching. Ronan's asking, expressing desires, and Adam wants to indulge him every time he dares. Pulling his fingers back, he strokes himself quickly to coat his cock with lube, and then guides himself in.
He spent more than enough time working Ronan open, fingering him even once he was plenty relaxed, so he simply lines himself up and slides in, gasping at the feel of Ronan's heat clenching around him.]
[Ronan sucks in a sharp breath as Adam enters him. It doesn't hurt, though. On the contrary, the thick pressure of Adam's cock is exactly what he was longing for. He'd felt empty, and now he's whole.
His hands slide to the small of Adam's back as he rocks his hips upward, taking in more of Adam before he loses his nerve. It's a dangerous move that only settles into pleasure after it's done, when the deep ache dulls into a different sort of throb and their bodies feel as though they've locked together.
Rolling his head back, Ronan exposes his throat. The blanket wasn't quite long enough for his body. He can feel leaves in his hair, cool earth against the heat of his skin. It's fitting to be with Adam in a place like this.]
[Adam lays atop him, staying close and pressing a kiss to Ronan's throat. He claims one of Ronan's hands, winding their fingers together and then pinning it to the ground beside his head.]
Ronan.
[Adam rests his forehead against Ronan's collarbone for a moment, overcome by love and pleasure. He wants to be as close as possible, all tangled up in Ronan, two bodies utterly united.]
You doing okay?
[He rocks his hips a little, gentle and slow to start, testing what Ronan's comfortable with.]
[Everything's exactly as it should be. He gives his body up to Adam, relaxing in his grip. With Noah's frequent assistance, Ronan's gotten used to the act, but there's something very different about the way Adam fucks him. It could be his body or it could simply be the strength of their connection. Ronan loves Noah, but Noah doesn't own him the way Adam does. Noah and Ronan come together to make one. Adam and Ronan are already one, usually separated, now reunited.
As Adam begins to thrust, something sparks deep inside Ronan. His breath hitches and his thighs tremble.]
You don't have to be careful.
[He realizes his body seems to be arguing the opposite, but he presses the palm of his free hand against Adam's back, spurring him on.]
[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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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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A-Adam...
[There's nothing else to say, just a gasp and a shaky moan as Adam's fingers brush it again. He's felt this before, but not so powerfully or prolonged. It's true that it feels like an entirely new kind of arousal. And because he just came, just minutes ago, he doesn't know what to expect from this. How it's meant to end. It's just pleasure, and pleasure, and pleasure, all with Adam's touch, just to drive him insane.]
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[Adam scatters soft kisses over Ronan's belly as his fingers move within his boyfriend. He adds a third finger, hand twisting and exploring inside of Ronan, opening him up and stimulating him with more and more pleasure.]
Tell me what you want.
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Want...
[Nothing. This? Everything. Adam.]
Want you inside me.
[If he's going to come again, he wants to do it with Adam. His pleasure is nothing without Adam's.]
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He spent more than enough time working Ronan open, fingering him even once he was plenty relaxed, so he simply lines himself up and slides in, gasping at the feel of Ronan's heat clenching around him.]
Fuck.
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His hands slide to the small of Adam's back as he rocks his hips upward, taking in more of Adam before he loses his nerve. It's a dangerous move that only settles into pleasure after it's done, when the deep ache dulls into a different sort of throb and their bodies feel as though they've locked together.
Rolling his head back, Ronan exposes his throat. The blanket wasn't quite long enough for his body. He can feel leaves in his hair, cool earth against the heat of his skin. It's fitting to be with Adam in a place like this.]
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Ronan.
[Adam rests his forehead against Ronan's collarbone for a moment, overcome by love and pleasure. He wants to be as close as possible, all tangled up in Ronan, two bodies utterly united.]
You doing okay?
[He rocks his hips a little, gentle and slow to start, testing what Ronan's comfortable with.]
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[Everything's exactly as it should be. He gives his body up to Adam, relaxing in his grip. With Noah's frequent assistance, Ronan's gotten used to the act, but there's something very different about the way Adam fucks him. It could be his body or it could simply be the strength of their connection. Ronan loves Noah, but Noah doesn't own him the way Adam does. Noah and Ronan come together to make one. Adam and Ronan are already one, usually separated, now reunited.
As Adam begins to thrust, something sparks deep inside Ronan. His breath hitches and his thighs tremble.]
You don't have to be careful.
[He realizes his body seems to be arguing the opposite, but he presses the palm of his free hand against Adam's back, spurring him on.]
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[He gives him one sharp thrust, and then eases, rolling his hips slow and even into his boyfriend.]
And I wish to handle you with reverence and care. [Nuzzling at Ronan, Adam groans softly, nipping at his neck just below his ear.]
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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.