[Ronan let his eyes close for a moment as Adam cupped the side of his face, kissing him so sweetly it made him feel-- almost overwhelmed, so he couldn't do anything except kiss him back. Soft and lingering, sweeter than anyone else would probably have thought he was capable of. His fingers shyly curled against the back of the other boy's neck, and he almost doesn't want to let go when Adam says he's going to go check the bathroom, but after they both steal a last kiss, Ronan forces himself to take a couple steps back, his touch slowly falling away.
But that want, yearning, is still in his eyes as he looks at him. He watches him as Adam walks into the bedroom, and he almost shadows him just because he wants to be close to him. But instead he kicks off his shoes and peels off his socks, just dropping his tee-shirt onto the floor when Adam returned.
It was practical, sure, but mostly it was just to keep himself doing something, not letting himself overthink his own inexperience. Adam wanted him, and that felt like enough. Wanted him even after Ronan had nearly tried to push him away. He grins, touching the back of his own neck a little bit sheepishly at the bottle in Adam's hand. But rather than stand awkwardly across the room he walks over to him, slowly tugging him toward the couch by the front of his shirt.]
Good. Dreaming would take too long.
[And Ronan didn't want to risk fucking it up, but he didn't feel like he needed to say that part out loud.]
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But that want, yearning, is still in his eyes as he looks at him. He watches him as Adam walks into the bedroom, and he almost shadows him just because he wants to be close to him. But instead he kicks off his shoes and peels off his socks, just dropping his tee-shirt onto the floor when Adam returned.
It was practical, sure, but mostly it was just to keep himself doing something, not letting himself overthink his own inexperience. Adam wanted him, and that felt like enough. Wanted him even after Ronan had nearly tried to push him away. He grins, touching the back of his own neck a little bit sheepishly at the bottle in Adam's hand. But rather than stand awkwardly across the room he walks over to him, slowly tugging him toward the couch by the front of his shirt.]
Good. Dreaming would take too long.
[And Ronan didn't want to risk fucking it up, but he didn't feel like he needed to say that part out loud.]