[ ronan says you're insane, but what adam hears is i love you. they haven't actually said that out loud yet, but sometimes he can hear it anyway, in the way ronan's voice will sometimes come out awe-struck and wondering over adam's name. honestly, adam doesn't need to hear it out loud; these moments where ronan says his name like he hung the goddamn moon are enough.
he reaches over and turns ronan's head toward him with a hand on his cheek, just long enough to kiss him and bite at his lips, before he lets him go to look back at the road. ]
Eyes on the road, [ adam reminds him, smirking, and then he turns his attention back to ronan's cock. he pulls it out of his pants, giving it a few strokes to coax it the rest of the way to hardness -- adam hadn't been wrong, ronan is really into this, he was already halfway hard. it never fails to surprise adam, just a little, just how much he enjoys this. before he and ronan had gotten their shit together, he'd never really been able to imagine himself having sex with anyone, but particularly not with boys. in general it seemed to require a willingness to be vulnerable that he just didn't think himself capable of, and with boys... adam just couldn't see it. now, with ronan hard in his hand, leaking precum and getting his fingers sticky, adam doesn't particularly want to see anything else.
he leans forward over the center console, bracing his free hand on ronan's knee, and licks a teasing stripe up the underside of ronan's cock. the power of the moment has probably gone to adam's head a little bit, and he's enjoying the opportunity to mess with ronan a little too much. there's a part of him, a rather large part, that wants to tease ronan for as long as possible, just to see him squirm and try to keep the car under control -- but mostly he just wants to suck ronan's cock. without another second of teasing, adam wraps his mouth around ronan and begins to suck. ]
[ it's not that ronan doesn't want to say i love you out loud. it's that, in his mind, he's already said it out loud in a hundred different ways. it's that he's scared, despite everything pointing to the contrary, that adam won't say it back. he's pretty sure adam knows it, but sometimes he really, really wants to say it. like right now, for instance.
fortunately, he has just enough wherewithal not to blurt it after adam kisses him and gives him that smirk, the one that makes his stomach swoop, especially when his hands are in such close proximity to his cock. it's difficult to look away after that, when he can still feel the impression of adam's teeth on his lips, but even if it weren't a matter of safety, he's compelled to keep his eyes straight ahead just because adam said so. there's not much he wouldn't do just because adam said so. sometimes it's a game, and sometimes it's the undeniable sway adam holds over him, what with ronan's heart in the palm of his hand.
and then his cock is in adam's hand, and it has pretty much the same effect. he prides himself on keeping the speed steady even as his pulse races. his breathing has sped up too, and heat zips up and down his spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of him with every stroke of adam's fist. at first he thinks it's just going to be this, adam jerking him off while he tries not to crash the car, which is already a thrilling challenge, but then adam leans over and the next thing ronan feels is his tongue, and ronan swears, loudly, as he takes his foot off the gas—only because if he didn't, he might've accidentally crushed the pedal to the floor. ]
Jesus, shit, fuck.
[ if adam wanted to see him squirm, consider that wish granted. ronan doesn't fare much better when adam's whole mouth covers him and pulls him in. the breath rushes out of him as his hips jerk forward and his shoulders slide down the seat an inch. he scrambles for the threads of his control, pulling them together enough to regain the speed they lost. they didn't drop enough that he has to shift, which is good since his hand is still in adam's hair, gripping it tightly but too tightly that it hinder adam's movement. god forbid. ]
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he reaches over and turns ronan's head toward him with a hand on his cheek, just long enough to kiss him and bite at his lips, before he lets him go to look back at the road. ]
Eyes on the road, [ adam reminds him, smirking, and then he turns his attention back to ronan's cock. he pulls it out of his pants, giving it a few strokes to coax it the rest of the way to hardness -- adam hadn't been wrong, ronan is really into this, he was already halfway hard. it never fails to surprise adam, just a little, just how much he enjoys this. before he and ronan had gotten their shit together, he'd never really been able to imagine himself having sex with anyone, but particularly not with boys. in general it seemed to require a willingness to be vulnerable that he just didn't think himself capable of, and with boys... adam just couldn't see it. now, with ronan hard in his hand, leaking precum and getting his fingers sticky, adam doesn't particularly want to see anything else.
he leans forward over the center console, bracing his free hand on ronan's knee, and licks a teasing stripe up the underside of ronan's cock. the power of the moment has probably gone to adam's head a little bit, and he's enjoying the opportunity to mess with ronan a little too much. there's a part of him, a rather large part, that wants to tease ronan for as long as possible, just to see him squirm and try to keep the car under control -- but mostly he just wants to suck ronan's cock. without another second of teasing, adam wraps his mouth around ronan and begins to suck. ]
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fortunately, he has just enough wherewithal not to blurt it after adam kisses him and gives him that smirk, the one that makes his stomach swoop, especially when his hands are in such close proximity to his cock. it's difficult to look away after that, when he can still feel the impression of adam's teeth on his lips, but even if it weren't a matter of safety, he's compelled to keep his eyes straight ahead just because adam said so. there's not much he wouldn't do just because adam said so. sometimes it's a game, and sometimes it's the undeniable sway adam holds over him, what with ronan's heart in the palm of his hand.
and then his cock is in adam's hand, and it has pretty much the same effect. he prides himself on keeping the speed steady even as his pulse races. his breathing has sped up too, and heat zips up and down his spine, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of him with every stroke of adam's fist. at first he thinks it's just going to be this, adam jerking him off while he tries not to crash the car, which is already a thrilling challenge, but then adam leans over and the next thing ronan feels is his tongue, and ronan swears, loudly, as he takes his foot off the gas—only because if he didn't, he might've accidentally crushed the pedal to the floor. ]
Jesus, shit, fuck.
[ if adam wanted to see him squirm, consider that wish granted. ronan doesn't fare much better when adam's whole mouth covers him and pulls him in. the breath rushes out of him as his hips jerk forward and his shoulders slide down the seat an inch. he scrambles for the threads of his control, pulling them together enough to regain the speed they lost. they didn't drop enough that he has to shift, which is good since his hand is still in adam's hair, gripping it tightly but too tightly that it hinder adam's movement. god forbid. ]