[ He has never seen Ronan Lynch quite this wrecked before. He looks like he's won something - a race, a fight, a war. Adam can't help the secret thrill of being the cause of it. When he smiles for it his mouth feels bruised, the good kind of ache, one born from exertion instead of violence. He wonders if he could feel that elsewhere, given the time. ]
Yeah.
[ Adam huffs out a breath, his hands still on the other boy's sides, his body still pressed up against him. Ronan's hard, he'd have to be an idiot not to notice it, but he doesn't say anything, just presses his forehead to Ronan's shoulder and lets free a weak laugh. ]
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Yeah.
[ Adam huffs out a breath, his hands still on the other boy's sides, his body still pressed up against him. Ronan's hard, he'd have to be an idiot not to notice it, but he doesn't say anything, just presses his forehead to Ronan's shoulder and lets free a weak laugh. ]
So, that's a thing. Making out.