[ He can't resist a mystery, that's true. But there's actually no greater mystery than Ronan Lynch and how he tastes, so Adam is technically staying true to form here. He laughs a little, breathless, a strange new hysteria rising in his throat. ]
Mm.
[ This is ridiculous, he feels ridiculous, but he's leaning in anyway, pressing their mouths together. He's getting the hang of it, he thinks, slipping his tongue inside when Ronan parts his lips. He can feel each breath as Ronan's chest rises and falls, can sense the thrum of his beating pulse beneath his skin. It's intoxicating, and maybe Adam can understand being addicted if it's to this.
His hands have just pushed beyond the boundary of Ronan's shirt when Barricaded makes a shrill sound like a police siren. Adam jerks back with a start, wide eyed before they narrow into a glare directed at the robot. How dare. ]
Your presence is requested at the Atrium Lounge.
[ Blowing out an irritated breath, Adam's thumb strokes along bare skin. He wants to swear. ] What?
no subject
Mm.
[ This is ridiculous, he feels ridiculous, but he's leaning in anyway, pressing their mouths together. He's getting the hang of it, he thinks, slipping his tongue inside when Ronan parts his lips. He can feel each breath as Ronan's chest rises and falls, can sense the thrum of his beating pulse beneath his skin. It's intoxicating, and maybe Adam can understand being addicted if it's to this.
His hands have just pushed beyond the boundary of Ronan's shirt when Barricaded makes a shrill sound like a police siren. Adam jerks back with a start, wide eyed before they narrow into a glare directed at the robot. How dare. ]
Your presence is requested at the Atrium Lounge.
[ Blowing out an irritated breath, Adam's thumb strokes along bare skin. He wants to swear. ] What?