[ Ronan's thumbs press underneath Adam's jaw, and he pushes from the wall, surging up closer, like it's in any way possible for them to be any closer while still wearing their clothes, and the sudden thought makes him let out a tiny noise against Adam's tongue, his mind snapping in half.
There are so many things they should be doing. And yet here they are, like the world has stopped around them, like it's 6:21 again, time ticking over and over the same second, that second where Adam slid his tongue against Ronan's.
His hands move, sliding around Adam's shoulders, holding him close as one hand moves up into his hair, unkempt and just the right length to hold onto. Adam is - everything, where Ronan starts and where he ends. He wouldn't, couldn't pull away even if he did want to, which he doesn't.
He doesn't expect they'll have that many occasions to do this. ]
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There are so many things they should be doing. And yet here they are, like the world has stopped around them, like it's 6:21 again, time ticking over and over the same second, that second where Adam slid his tongue against Ronan's.
His hands move, sliding around Adam's shoulders, holding him close as one hand moves up into his hair, unkempt and just the right length to hold onto. Adam is - everything, where Ronan starts and where he ends. He wouldn't, couldn't pull away even if he did want to, which he doesn't.
He doesn't expect they'll have that many occasions to do this. ]