The hand at his back is nice, very nice actually, but once Ronan's hand is beneath his shirt, skin against skin, it's like fire on his skin in the best of ways. He'd never thought he'd like fire on his skin, being burned and heated and brought to life. That's exactly what it is, being brought to life.

Adam uses that as encouragement to move closer. Suddenly he's shifting, swinging one leg over Ronan's lap and settling there, face to face with Ronan, a little taller than him since he's up on his knees, leaning down and deepening the kiss.

Don't worry, Ronan. This is all the practice he ever needs. It feels right and natural to the point that he wonders why he didn't do it before now. His hands seek something to do and end up cradling Ronan's face. He isn't just being kissed anymore. He's kissing. And he likes it a lot.