"You," Ronan replies because that's both obvious and innocent enough. He moves his hand so that he's only cradling Adam now in the palm of his hand, enjoying the weight of him, but not pushing it any further.
Any further than that and it's more complicated. He hasn't been thinking about it all day, not every second.
But there's something in the way Adam's looking at him now, eyes dark and focused, and Ronan pulls in a breath. "You in my lap," he clarifies. "Facing me. Legs around my waist and me inside you." He's nervous, he realizes, and he makes himself quiet, blood warm with want and anxiety all wrapped tight. They don't talk like this. They never really have. And, even now, he isn't sure how Adam will react to knowing all the filthy things in Ronan's mind.
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Date: 2016-07-08 03:21 am (UTC)Any further than that and it's more complicated. He hasn't been thinking about it all day, not every second.
But there's something in the way Adam's looking at him now, eyes dark and focused, and Ronan pulls in a breath. "You in my lap," he clarifies. "Facing me. Legs around my waist and me inside you." He's nervous, he realizes, and he makes himself quiet, blood warm with want and anxiety all wrapped tight. They don't talk like this. They never really have. And, even now, he isn't sure how Adam will react to knowing all the filthy things in Ronan's mind.