As sappy as it might sound, Ronan and Adam really are soulmates, meant for
each other, in so many ways. They have all these broken, rough edges that
clash and scrape against everyone else's edges, but they fit together
perfectly. A year ago, Ronan was still crushing hard on Adam without any
hope that he'd ever look him, mostly because Adam had been dating a girl at
the time. He'd resigned himself to forever being only Adam's friend. Now,
he's not sure how he could have ever settled for less than this.
Maybe that's one good thing about the infrequency of moments like this: the
newness of everything hasn't worn off. The same sort of excitement charges
Ronan's entire being, but unlike Adam, he doesn't overthink this. He revels
in it, in the sensations because yes, this feels good; he is doing
everything right.
Ronan would like to say that's the purpose of the outburst, but really it's
simply that he can't hold it in, not when Adam is making him feel like
this. If Ronan were asked, he would say that Adam wanting more is not a
good thing; he would say it was an amazing thing. Ronan feels the same way
about this; he wants more each and every day and that wanting goes on for
days. This moment, even if they stop right here, is something Ronan's
thoughts will return again and again.
Adam presses his forehead to his skin and Ronan is breathless. His chest
heaves with it, his heart races and thumps so hard he's surprised he can't
see it like one of those stupid cartoon characters. He knows he's trembling
with wanting, feverish with it and Adam moving up is a rush of cool air
that gives him a chance to catch his breath, to slow this down a little
then Adam's mouth is on his and he doesn't understand why he really needs
to breathe anyway. When his fingers brush against him, Ronan groans into
the kiss, hips rocking up of their own accord against Adam's hand. Blindly,
frantically, his own hands scramble against Adam's body, needing to touch
more of him now that Adam has given him permission by touching Ronan. His
hands find Adam's waistband and one dips lower, fingers curling against
him, wanting to make Adam feel the same sort of mind-blowing pleasure that
he's making him feel.
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As sappy as it might sound, Ronan and Adam really are soulmates, meant for each other, in so many ways. They have all these broken, rough edges that clash and scrape against everyone else's edges, but they fit together perfectly. A year ago, Ronan was still crushing hard on Adam without any hope that he'd ever look him, mostly because Adam had been dating a girl at the time. He'd resigned himself to forever being only Adam's friend. Now, he's not sure how he could have ever settled for less than this.
Maybe that's one good thing about the infrequency of moments like this: the newness of everything hasn't worn off. The same sort of excitement charges Ronan's entire being, but unlike Adam, he doesn't overthink this. He revels in it, in the sensations because yes, this feels good; he is doing everything right.
Ronan would like to say that's the purpose of the outburst, but really it's simply that he can't hold it in, not when Adam is making him feel like this. If Ronan were asked, he would say that Adam wanting more is not a good thing; he would say it was an amazing thing. Ronan feels the same way about this; he wants more each and every day and that wanting goes on for days. This moment, even if they stop right here, is something Ronan's thoughts will return again and again.
Adam presses his forehead to his skin and Ronan is breathless. His chest heaves with it, his heart races and thumps so hard he's surprised he can't see it like one of those stupid cartoon characters. He knows he's trembling with wanting, feverish with it and Adam moving up is a rush of cool air that gives him a chance to catch his breath, to slow this down a little then Adam's mouth is on his and he doesn't understand why he really needs to breathe anyway. When his fingers brush against him, Ronan groans into the kiss, hips rocking up of their own accord against Adam's hand. Blindly, frantically, his own hands scramble against Adam's body, needing to touch more of him now that Adam has given him permission by touching Ronan. His hands find Adam's waistband and one dips lower, fingers curling against him, wanting to make Adam feel the same sort of mind-blowing pleasure that he's making him feel.