[ Ronan kisses him and it's like suddenly he's found his footing again. He surges forward, fingers once more grasping the loose fabric of the other boy's shirt, mouth hard and demanding at first. He wants to feel it, he wants to know this is real and he hasn't conjured him up out of sheer loss and hysteria. So he isn't gentle, maybe it should be. But Adam kisses him deeply regardless, kisses him like he's never kissed anyone, tongues and teeth and the harsh ragged sound of his breath. He pushes, without meaning to and they stumble a little, but the adjacent wall is there to catch Ronan's back and Adam brackets him there with his body.
The kiss softens, the thrum of his pulse still speeding along a highway, but it softens regardless. Adam's hands untangle to cup against Ronan's jaw, calloused thumb against his pulsepoint. When his lungs start to protest, he pulls back, but only far enough to catch his gaze, his own smile crooked. ]
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The kiss softens, the thrum of his pulse still speeding along a highway, but it softens regardless. Adam's hands untangle to cup against Ronan's jaw, calloused thumb against his pulsepoint. When his lungs start to protest, he pulls back, but only far enough to catch his gaze, his own smile crooked. ]
Sorry. Adrenaline.
[ Or love, you know. ]