[ Ronan laughs, sharp and a little mean. ] No, we're not.
[ He isn't, anyway. But he also knows just how hungry Adam has been by how urgent, almost violent his touches had been, and Ronan - he wants that again, his fingers against Adam's ribs feeling breaths and noises, Adam's hand to his mouth, Adam fitting his body against Ronan's, finding the ways they fit together.
He breathes out, slow and steady, then levels Adam with a clear, hopefully devastating look. ]
You can touch me again. [ He doesn't say please, but it's lodged in his throat, stuck there with how much he wants to feel Adam's hands on him again. ]
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[ He isn't, anyway. But he also knows just how hungry Adam has been by how urgent, almost violent his touches had been, and Ronan - he wants that again, his fingers against Adam's ribs feeling breaths and noises, Adam's hand to his mouth, Adam fitting his body against Ronan's, finding the ways they fit together.
He breathes out, slow and steady, then levels Adam with a clear, hopefully devastating look. ]
You can touch me again. [ He doesn't say please, but it's lodged in his throat, stuck there with how much he wants to feel Adam's hands on him again. ]