[If there was one thing they could probably all agree on, it was that Ronan sometimes needed other people to intervene in his life to make positive things happen. Usually, that might involve Ronan not doing something stupid. Tonight, it meant making out with Adam. He wouldn't have really considered Kavinsky a positive influence before but things were different right now.
Adam caught the way Ronan shivered after his shirt was off and honestly, there was a part of him that wanted to watch him and Kavinsky and how they interacted, how they fit together. He didn't know if that made him selfish or just a pervert. The mild worry was swept away when Ronan's hips moved, and Adam groaned softly, pushing his hips against Ronan's.
Kissing gave his mind time to wander when he wasn't wholly invested in the feeling of Ronan's mouth on his and unable to think anything coherent. His mind didn't go very far though; just to more dirty thoughts, especially with Ronan's hands on his chest. God, but Adam wanted this, wanted Ronan. He just- he wasn't sure how to put it into words. Especially since using words would mean pulling away from the other boy's mouth and doing that right now would feel like a crime.
That didn't stop one of Adam's hands from wandering to the top of Ronan's pants, fingers brushing against his stomach, teasing at the button on his jeans.]
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Adam caught the way Ronan shivered after his shirt was off and honestly, there was a part of him that wanted to watch him and Kavinsky and how they interacted, how they fit together. He didn't know if that made him selfish or just a pervert. The mild worry was swept away when Ronan's hips moved, and Adam groaned softly, pushing his hips against Ronan's.
Kissing gave his mind time to wander when he wasn't wholly invested in the feeling of Ronan's mouth on his and unable to think anything coherent. His mind didn't go very far though; just to more dirty thoughts, especially with Ronan's hands on his chest. God, but Adam wanted this, wanted Ronan. He just- he wasn't sure how to put it into words. Especially since using words would mean pulling away from the other boy's mouth and doing that right now would feel like a crime.
That didn't stop one of Adam's hands from wandering to the top of Ronan's pants, fingers brushing against his stomach, teasing at the button on his jeans.]