Even if Adam had wanted to pull away, Ronan has a good hold on him. He wouldn't have fought him and made him stay, but he's got no intention of letting go of him either. Whatever the hell is going on here, Ronan isn't ready for it to be finished. Adam is flying and Ronan is on fire, every single cell of his body feels like it's sparking like a live wire.

When Adam curls his fingers holding Ronan closer, Ronan presses his hand at the small of Adam's back just a bit, a reassurance that he's not going anywhere. HIs other hand rests against Adam's hip.

At his words, Ronan's lips twist up into a sharp smile. "Fuck if I know. I've wanted to do that for fucking...months." he thinks about that just a moment before he speaks again. "Yeah?" he sounds delighted and a bit doubtful about that. "You too. S'not like you need any practice." At least not in Ronan's estimation.