[ In its own way, it's similar to a fight - hands pushing and pulling and grabbing, their hunger for each other just this shy of violent. It's not soft, like Ronan always kisses would be; it's urgent and a fight for dominance, a lot less romantic than the world has led him to believe.
And it's kinda perfect, too. It's lighting in Ronan's veins, need in his pulse, sending his heart into overdrive. It's clumsy hands holding on too tight and bringing a bite of pain, grounding Ronan. The kiss lasts - he doesn't know how long it lasts, as they come up for air from time to time, diving straight back in, with aching lungs and trembling limbs.
It lasts and lasts and Ronan realizes he's hard in his jeans, fingers carving marks into Adam's hip, having slipped just under his shirt, shyly, barely. He pulls back suddenly, panting hard as he looks at Adam with wide eyes and blown pupils, arousal spiking when he sees Adam's spit-slick, kiss-bitten lips. ]
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And it's kinda perfect, too. It's lighting in Ronan's veins, need in his pulse, sending his heart into overdrive. It's clumsy hands holding on too tight and bringing a bite of pain, grounding Ronan. The kiss lasts - he doesn't know how long it lasts, as they come up for air from time to time, diving straight back in, with aching lungs and trembling limbs.
It lasts and lasts and Ronan realizes he's hard in his jeans, fingers carving marks into Adam's hip, having slipped just under his shirt, shyly, barely. He pulls back suddenly, panting hard as he looks at Adam with wide eyes and blown pupils, arousal spiking when he sees Adam's spit-slick, kiss-bitten lips. ]
Jesus fucking Christ.