[Adam laughed, soft and merry, when Ronan leaned in for another kiss. He knew how hard it was to pull away right now, to not be pressed up against each other for the foreseeable future. A lot of things around them might have changed, but they were still the same, different points in time or not. Ronan was still Ronan, and Adam would gladly worship at his altar.
He went with Ronan when he tugged on his hand, and they were, indeed, headed in the right way for the living room. The coffee table, which Adam hadn't even considered as being an issue, was a respectable distance away. There was enough space between couch and table to walk comfortably, at least.]
I should- you don't have lube, do you?
[He was assuming they were actually going to have sex. And he was also assuming that Ronan most definitely did not have a bottle stashed away in his bag. He could be wrong on either or both counts, though. He'd have to check in the bedroom- considering what this place encouraged- but, one step at a time.]
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He went with Ronan when he tugged on his hand, and they were, indeed, headed in the right way for the living room. The coffee table, which Adam hadn't even considered as being an issue, was a respectable distance away. There was enough space between couch and table to walk comfortably, at least.]
I should- you don't have lube, do you?
[He was assuming they were actually going to have sex. And he was also assuming that Ronan most definitely did not have a bottle stashed away in his bag. He could be wrong on either or both counts, though. He'd have to check in the bedroom- considering what this place encouraged- but, one step at a time.]