( Touch him he does, pushing his hands under Ronan's shirt to spread his broad palms to the notches of his spine, fingers stretched out so that Adam can feel as much of him as possible. His mouth moves, from lips to trail a path along the other boy's jaw, teasing the jut of it with his teeth before licking a path to his pulse.
It's beating just as wildly as Adam's own, the pounding of it pulling a whisper of a curse from his throat. Rocking his hips down, he curls his fingers, dragging nails delicately down the soft stretch of skin towards Ronan's waist. )
Can we --?
( He feels clumsy, and a little wild, the forest warm and heavily scented around them. The flowers are the same shade of pink that stains Adam's cheeks as he pulls back. )
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It's beating just as wildly as Adam's own, the pounding of it pulling a whisper of a curse from his throat. Rocking his hips down, he curls his fingers, dragging nails delicately down the soft stretch of skin towards Ronan's waist. )
Can we --?
( He feels clumsy, and a little wild, the forest warm and heavily scented around them. The flowers are the same shade of pink that stains Adam's cheeks as he pulls back. )
I want you.