[Ronan didn't really know what to make of all of this, honestly. He knew that this was Kavinsky's idea of being good to him- but he thought that right now the best option was to just find out what was going to happen between the three of them, and work out how pissed he should be at the boy later.
Of course, Adam tells him to take his shirt off, and Ronan almost thinks that he's going to die. Because Adam Parrish was-- he wasn't like Kavinsky. He hadn't known how to make a move, hadn't wanted to fuck it up. So yeah, he was sort of shy when you got down to it, pulled away some of the layers. But he murmurs, nods in assent, helplessly eager.
But Adam leans in to kiss him, which rather effectively derails Ronan's plans of getting him topless for at least a few moments. Instead he just sort of.. melts. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was different somehow. Kavinsky mattered to him, even if Ronan didn't really know how to say the words. He was sort of- afraid it would ruin it. But with Adam he didn't think there was any other way to do this. Wanting him, caring about him. He tried to keep from overthinking it and just kisses him back, starting as something sweet, but shifting toward something breathless and heated because he can't help himself.
Because for as much as he cares, he also wants him; his body already hot with desire. He murmurs into the contact of Adam's mouth against his, and his hands slowly slide under the hem of his shirt, like he remembers what he'd told him to do. Kavinsky touches him, but not in a way that pulls him away from the kiss, just trailing slender fingertips against his sides.
When Ronan pulls back finally, he's breathless and flushed and he tips their forehead together for a moment, like there's something that he wants to say but doesn't know how. And then his hands are skimming up under his shirt, trying to urge his arms up so that he can pull it off over his head. Ronan drops it sort of carelessly, but he's not too concerned. They'll find it later, or they'll dream him a new one.]
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Of course, Adam tells him to take his shirt off, and Ronan almost thinks that he's going to die. Because Adam Parrish was-- he wasn't like Kavinsky. He hadn't known how to make a move, hadn't wanted to fuck it up. So yeah, he was sort of shy when you got down to it, pulled away some of the layers. But he murmurs, nods in assent, helplessly eager.
But Adam leans in to kiss him, which rather effectively derails Ronan's plans of getting him topless for at least a few moments. Instead he just sort of.. melts. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was different somehow. Kavinsky mattered to him, even if Ronan didn't really know how to say the words. He was sort of- afraid it would ruin it. But with Adam he didn't think there was any other way to do this. Wanting him, caring about him. He tried to keep from overthinking it and just kisses him back, starting as something sweet, but shifting toward something breathless and heated because he can't help himself.
Because for as much as he cares, he also wants him; his body already hot with desire. He murmurs into the contact of Adam's mouth against his, and his hands slowly slide under the hem of his shirt, like he remembers what he'd told him to do. Kavinsky touches him, but not in a way that pulls him away from the kiss, just trailing slender fingertips against his sides.
When Ronan pulls back finally, he's breathless and flushed and he tips their forehead together for a moment, like there's something that he wants to say but doesn't know how. And then his hands are skimming up under his shirt, trying to urge his arms up so that he can pull it off over his head. Ronan drops it sort of carelessly, but he's not too concerned. They'll find it later, or they'll dream him a new one.]