Adam smiles again, that uncharacteristic smile that's more felt than seen given their close proximity. Ronan thinks he's a good kisser too, that he doesn't need any practice. There was no fumbling in that kiss between them just now, or kisses to be more precise. It was all flying and fire and perfection. In hindsight, he'll realize that there should have been some fumbling. Right now, he's just proud and basking in the aftermath of it.

"Too many clothes on." He says, reaching down suddenly to tug at Ronan's shirt, trying to pull it up and off. It's a sudden shift for which he has no explanation. He just knows he needs more.