[Ronan couldn't help himself when it came to what touching Adam did to him. The other boy might not be as aroused, but he could feel the press of what felt like the start of an erection. It was scorching- he felt like he was melting between his own arousal and the other boy he was pressed up against. God, he needed him in ways he could hardly explain.
He hadn't dared to dream that it would be like this. Breathless and far less conflicted than almost anything else that Ronan had ever wanted. Ronan of course hadn't even considered lube, that was far too many steps ahead, and he had a largely vague and theoretical grasp of the mechanics involved in what his body ached for.
When Adam chooses the couch, Ronan nods, starts to pull away only to lean back in for another kiss, this one brief and almost trembling with clumsy desire. Like he couldn't help himself.]
C'mon.
[He pulls away enough to catch Adam's hand, to tug him lightly in what he thinks is (hopefully) the direction of the living room, and the couch. He should have taken his shirt off, but he figures he can do that while they climb onto the couch- and maybe make sure the coffee table isn't too close to be a hazard.]
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He hadn't dared to dream that it would be like this. Breathless and far less conflicted than almost anything else that Ronan had ever wanted. Ronan of course hadn't even considered lube, that was far too many steps ahead, and he had a largely vague and theoretical grasp of the mechanics involved in what his body ached for.
When Adam chooses the couch, Ronan nods, starts to pull away only to lean back in for another kiss, this one brief and almost trembling with clumsy desire. Like he couldn't help himself.]
C'mon.
[He pulls away enough to catch Adam's hand, to tug him lightly in what he thinks is (hopefully) the direction of the living room, and the couch. He should have taken his shirt off, but he figures he can do that while they climb onto the couch- and maybe make sure the coffee table isn't too close to be a hazard.]