Adam's lips brush Ronan's shoulder, a grounding touch that warms Ronan all down his spine. There's no argument to Ronan's quiet order at all; Adam turns easily, muscles in his back shifting under tanned, lightly freckled skin. Ronan takes a moment to soak it all in, gaze lingering on the dip just above the waistband of his boxers before dragging back up to see darkened hazel eyes staring back him.
There's so much trust in that one look it's almost overwhelming.
Ronan shifts to line up along Adam's side. He keeps his eyes on Adam's, looking away only long enough to coat two of his fingers with lube. He sets the bottle aside and then slides closer, reaching down to brush one finger down the crease of Adam's ass with careful intent. He doesn't push in, not yet, but gently circles, willing Adam to trust him further, to let him in.
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Date: 2016-07-09 04:00 am (UTC)There's so much trust in that one look it's almost overwhelming.
Ronan shifts to line up along Adam's side. He keeps his eyes on Adam's, looking away only long enough to coat two of his fingers with lube. He sets the bottle aside and then slides closer, reaching down to brush one finger down the crease of Adam's ass with careful intent. He doesn't push in, not yet, but gently circles, willing Adam to trust him further, to let him in.