( He pulls in a breath without meaning to, when Ronan touches him.
It's nothing compared to the sound he makes when they kiss though, hungry and urgent, a hand lifting to cup the back of the other boy's head. All around them the forest he's created shifts and shivers, leaves rustling with the same feeling that courses through his veins, flowers blooming bright and fragrant with his yearning, the world alive and strange.
Adam used to hate the way his power betrayed him. He'd flinch away from it, try and smother it down. Right now he couldn't care less. His eyes are closed and he's pressing closer, mindless of Ronan's wounds until his palm catches a graze. Then he's leaning back, frown between his brows. )
Sit down.
( The forest obliges, thick roots sprouting to give Ronan a place to rest as Adam pushes him back and then moves to gather the flowers and herbs. He's careful, as he plucks them, careful as he extracts what Ronan needs, careful as he applies it to broken skin. )
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It's nothing compared to the sound he makes when they kiss though, hungry and urgent, a hand lifting to cup the back of the other boy's head. All around them the forest he's created shifts and shivers, leaves rustling with the same feeling that courses through his veins, flowers blooming bright and fragrant with his yearning, the world alive and strange.
Adam used to hate the way his power betrayed him. He'd flinch away from it, try and smother it down. Right now he couldn't care less. His eyes are closed and he's pressing closer, mindless of Ronan's wounds until his palm catches a graze. Then he's leaning back, frown between his brows. )
Sit down.
( The forest obliges, thick roots sprouting to give Ronan a place to rest as Adam pushes him back and then moves to gather the flowers and herbs. He's careful, as he plucks them, careful as he extracts what Ronan needs, careful as he applies it to broken skin. )
You need to be more careful, you know.