One of them should probably think about what comes next. Ronan doesn't think much in practical and logical ways like that. He thinks more about Adam's mouth or his hands, about the way he feels and the way he makes Ronan feel. He thinks about how to make Adam feel good. He thinks about how to get Adam to be impulsive and how to make him feel loved.

Okay, so Ronan definitely hasn't thought about the need for that. If Adam were to talk to him about it, he'd go to the commissary and ask for it, or he'd steal some from the medical unit. He'd tell them exactly why he needed it if asked and he'd smirk while he did it simply because he knows it would make someone uncomfortable. Really, Ronan needs to think more about things like that for all kinds of reasons, including the shuddering.

At least they're on the same page there. He knows the camera is there; he knows that their room mates could walk in at any moment, but he doesn't care. The world has narrowed to Adam and the way he feels right now. While Adam is quiet, Ronan is loud. He swears as his entire body feels like it's shattering into little pieces. All it takes is Adam's orgasm to push him right over that edge so that he comes in Adam's hand. His free hand goes to the back of Adam's neck and he pulls him down to lie on top of him. He feels like his heart is beating Adam's name over and over: Adam-adam-adam-adam-adam.

"I fucking love you, Parrish," he tells him in a rough whisper.