It's his super-only-for-Adam-power. Maybe it's just that Ronan hurtles there so quickly himself that he drags Adam with him. When he can kiss and touch Adam like this, he doesn't miss being able to drive the BMW fast. He doesn't even miss dreaming when he's with Adam like this. Every inch of Ronan is on fire and it's because of Adam.He mutters encouragement mixed with a slew of swears under his breath as Adam starts to undress him, his hands gliding over his skin.

For the briefest of moments, Ronan wants to protest Adam's lips leaving his, then his mouth is on his jawline and his neck, on his shoulders, sliding lower and Ronan never wants Adam to stop. His hands curl against Adam's shoulders as Ronan leans back, giving Adam more room to explore where ever the damn hell he wants. His hands slide down Adam's back, nails scratching at his skin when Adam's lips ghost over a particularly sensitive area or when his teeth find Ronan's skin. "Fuck, Adam," Ronan groans, gutteral and ragged, breathless and trying so hard not to want too much too soon, but he feels like his entire being is made of wanting right now.