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[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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[God, there was something about the way that Adam laughed, happy and pleased, his voice soft in this space between them. It was like it held Ronan's heart captive. Like he burned just for this boy who knew him better than Ronan understood, but was still Parrish, still the boy he knew.

His heart skipped, and for a moment he was almost overwhelmed by the way feelings welled up in his chest, but he managed to lead them to the living room, and he tried to put his emotions aside to worry about later. Right now he just... he wanted to touch Adam, wanted the other boy to touch him. He wanted their clothes off and their bodies pressed skin to skin. It felt easy to be greedy, to want whatever Adam would give him.

Maybe part of it was not having so much hurt and dark looming over them, like they had when things played out right.

At the question, Ronan flushes, his cheeks viscerally pink. Not quite embarrassment, but just a little bit helplessly awkward at the question. The fact that he's never done this before, and it feels like a slight flutter of butterflies, even if it's more anticipation than apprehension. He shakes his head at the question, looking up to meet Adam's eyes.]

I'd have to dream it. I haven't--

[And then he pauses, and strangely the fact that Adam has lived things that he hasn't is almost a good thing, relaxes him a little. It means he doesn't have to fight with himself to say it outloud, admit that he was a virgin, that this was the first time he'd done anything with anyone. And he wanted to give all of his first everythings to Adam.]

But you already know that, don't you?

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[There was almost nothing about Ronan that Adam didn't adore. He did wish he could control his dreaming better, but it wasn't his fault that he hadn't had anyone to properly teach him. Kavinsky's guidance had come too little, too late. But Adam wasn't going to think about that right now.

Reaching up with his free hand, he gently cupped the side of Ronan's face, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.]

I know. It's okay. I'm going to go check the bedroom.

[Maybe there was some lube stashed away there. It was...both a pleasant and unpleasant thought. Nice that they would have it if it was there, but a little creepy with what this place expected them to do.

He snuck another kiss in before pulling away and hurrying to the main bedroom, fumbling through the nightstand next to the bed. He pushed things out of the way and there it was-- a brand new bottle of lube. Or, he hoped it was brand new, at least. With it triumphantly in hand, he made his way back to the living room.]

I found some.

[threesecrets]

[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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[Adam stopped short as he came back into the room, eyes tracking over the lines of Ronan's body. He wasn't staring at any part of him in particular, just looking him over with warm admiration. He should have expected that Ronan might be partially undressed by the time he made it back, but it was still- he almost felt like he had butterflies.

Smiling when Ronan tugged him towards the couch, Adam went without protest or hesitation.]

I can't imagine you having the patience for it right now.

[It was a gentle tease. He wasn't going to say anything about the chance of things going wrong; they were both aware of it. There was no need to rub it in. It would have been petty and cruel, and though Adam could be petty sometimes, now was not one of those times.]