[ Something inside Ronan roars when Adam kisses him back, the two of them pressing closer, unable to ever get enough of each other. It's always too short a time, too fast, here this second, gone the next. It makes Ronan shiver, his fingers pressing into Adam's skin. He wants more. He always want more.
Still, he lets himself be sat down, and lets Adam apply the lavender oil to his wounds, grimacing at the sting. He shivers as Adam does his thing, and he tries to resist touching him back, until he can't anymore, and disregarding his aching ribs and bloody knuckles, grabs Adam and pulls him to his lap.
He leans in, breathing in deep as he brushes his nose along the column of Adam's neck, smelling moss and clean sweat and dirt. ]
Being careful's not in the job description, Parrish.
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Still, he lets himself be sat down, and lets Adam apply the lavender oil to his wounds, grimacing at the sting. He shivers as Adam does his thing, and he tries to resist touching him back, until he can't anymore, and disregarding his aching ribs and bloody knuckles, grabs Adam and pulls him to his lap.
He leans in, breathing in deep as he brushes his nose along the column of Adam's neck, smelling moss and clean sweat and dirt. ]
Being careful's not in the job description, Parrish.