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The bed in Ronan's room on Cabeswater Farms was currently occupied by two boys. Two men, really. They were both in shorts, the taller bare-chested and flat on his back with one arm flung out and serving as a pillow to the smaller one who was curled on his side, a loose t-shirt hanging from his frame. The floor was covered in loose papers, each of them scribbled upon in ink and dirt and blood. A rock tablet was propped against the wall, bearing an ornate lemniscate that seemed burned into the stone.

A raven sat atop another, similar stone, her talons curled over the edges as she watched over the sleeping men.

The forest whispered around them and, deep, deep within its branches, within that nook reserved for dreaming, they were stretched upon a bed of moss on their bellies with flowers at their fingertips. They wore more clothing in this world though it was difficult to identify any material or any specifics at all. It was an unimportant detail in comparison to the rest, to the lines in the dirt and on the moss, the careful arrangement of flower petals and leaves and grass.

Ronan drew another long, sweeping line in the dirt and then sat up, wiping his hand across his thigh as he crossed his legs under him.

The air around them shimmered with designs, each of them exact copies of one another, the curves and angles glittering under the sun that peeked in through the trees. With that same finger, Ronan touched one. It shuddered slightly but remained hanging in the air and Ronan looked to Adam.

His voice was careful when he spoke, confident but not pushy. "Think you're ready?"

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The sudden drop in Ronan's tone made Adam shiver. He rarely commanded Adam, had been more careful of his tone with him since they'd begun the relationship. This tone of voice was rare and dangerous and it made Adam's stomach turn with thrill and desire. He looked up once at Ronan and then turned over.

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Adam didn't make a sound in reply, but his eyes flashed dark, his expression shifting slightly as he stared up at Ronan before wordlessly shifting on the mattress and rolling easily onto his belly.

Ronan scooted back to give him room, watching the play of muscle beneath Adam's skin as Adam made himself comfortable before finding himself once again distracted by the swirl of ink Ronan had dreamt into place. Pushing up, Ronan slid his hand up Adam's side, gaze flicking up to Adam's face, turned to the side.

"Like when I tell you what to do, Parrish?" he asked, his voice low and teasing as he bent so that his mouth hovered mere inches above Adam's skin.

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Adam slid his gaze toward Ronan, lashes lowered very slightly. He didn't know how seductive he actually looked, probably not very, but it was hard not to enjoy the idea that Ronan enjoyed it. "You're the only one I like it from," he said, skin flushing under the warmth of Ronan's almost kiss. Adam lived his life under his own control, always, and there were people he trusted but only one he trusted enough to pull him away from that control.

When Ronan did it, it was seductive, unburdening. He loved it, just a little.

"But I could elbow you in the gut if that's more your style."

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That pulled a laugh from Ronan, a low rumbling sound as he ducked to press his forehead to the nape of Adam's neck, sliding one hand lower down Adam's side, fingers playing at the waistband of his shorts.

"Maybe next time," he decided before biting lightly at the soft skin where shoulder met neck and creeping his fingers beneath Adam's waistband to glance along his hip. "Lift up," he added then, giving a light tug at the same time to encourage Adam to lift his hips.

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Adam didn't quite lift his hips so much as curve. His back arched inward, belly further into the mattress, shoulders back. It had the fortunate effect of pushing his ass and hips right into Ronan's hand without being perfectly obedient, something he doubted either of them would truly enjoy. Ronan might tease at having control over him sometimes but that was all it was.

Twisting his neck a little more gave him a better sideways view of Ronan and he smiled against the little bites and kisses. "You need a shave," he teased.

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It wasn't direct obedience, but that wasn't what Ronan wanted anyway. Even as they might play with this dynamic from time to time, the last thing Ronan ever wanted or needed was complete control over Adam. As it was, this felt like a tease, an easy back and forth, and Ronan grinned as he slid Adam's shorts down just enough to bare the smooth swell of his ass.

He tipped his head up to meet Adam's eyes from where he hovered at mid-back, grinning as he brushed his cheek fully against the skin of Adam's back, scrapping the faint stubble there below the dream ink. "Telling me you don't like how this feels?"

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Obligingly, Adam squirmed his hips so that the shorts slid just a little further down. Ronan's body was warm over his, very helpfully keeping newly exposed skin from getting too chilled. Here in this bed, their bed, Adam didn't have to worry about how the rest of the world perceived him, what they thought when they heard his name. Time stopped (figuratively, he mentally hastened to Cabeswater) in this house and it belonged only to them.

Maybe Ronan would get him to live here permanently, in the end.

"I'm telling you that you need a shave," he said, smiling. "Not that I didn't like it."

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"Maybe I'm growing a beard," replied Ronan, still brushing kisses along the dream ink, tracing one ragged line as he remained hovered over Adam's prone body.

Adam's shorts were still wrapped around his thighs, just low enough to bare the curve of his ass and Ronan settled onto him completely, nestled his clothed erection against him with no shame. He rolled his hips just enough to give himself some friction as he huffed a quiet breath against Adam's skin.

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"You'd look like a biker and I already worked for one of those."

Adam snorted, trying to picture Ronan with a beard. The mental image was sort of hilarious but also reminded him that they weren't really boys anymore. Adam would be twenty in a few weeks and Ronan in a few more months after that. At some point, they'd stopped being Raven Boys and grown into something else. He didn't feel like a man most of the time. He wondered if Ronan did.

Questions for later. For now, he could relax as Ronan's body pressed against his, his breath ghosting Adam's skin.

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"Guess I'd have to get myself a bike then," Ronan said and, honestly, the idea wasn't too unappealing. He could dream himself one even, some one-of-a-kind thing that would go 150 miles an hour and never break down.

But maybe one bike in the family was enough. And Ronan would rather watch Adam on a bike than ride his own.

He nudged another kiss to Adam's shoulder as he rolled his hips, grinding into the swell of ass. "Maybe you could teach me a few tricks."

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Adam rolled his shoulders forward, elongating his back, and lifting his ass up against Ronan's cock. He was being a goddamn tease and Adam was starting to not appreciate it. "That's the last thing you need," he said, hips ducking down so that Ronan missed him by half an inch.

"Quit being such a damn tease or I'll just go back to sleep," he warned.

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Though an empty threat, Ronan could still detect the edge to his tone, the one that heralded the nearing of Adam's patience. Ronan grinned at the sound of it and, still holding most of his weight on one arm, trailed his other hand low down Adam's side, holding him firmly in place as he once again rolled his hips forward.

"Really think you could sleep with me doing this?" he asked, voice still a tease before he shifted and lifted up just enough to graze his fingers up along the crease of Adam's ass, dipping one dry finger between to tease at his hole.

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"You know I'm tired enough to sleep anywhere," Adam said, hips rolling even under Ronan's hand.

He had to close his eyes for a second, enjoying the faint pressure of Ronan's touch, even dry. The hand that barely restrained his hip teased at some dark desires in him that Adam was always afraid to sort out. Maybe one day, he would. Not now though, not today. Not with Ronan beginning to touch him the way he desired.

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There'd been more truth to that statement back in Henrietta than here. But even here in Darrow, Adam was still working late hours at the garage to put himself through school and Ronan never doubted that Adam could fall asleep anywhere if given five minutes and a vaguely horizontal surface.

But Adam wasn't sleeping yet, instead rolling his hips back and back, pressing himself toward the promise of Ronan's finger. Grinning, Ronan slipped it further down, nudging at the pucker of muscle and then lower still to the soft, tender skin behind Adam's balls. He indulged for a moment, staring at Adam's back, the play of ink as he tensed and shifted and then slid his hand free as he pushed up again, moving lower to drag Adam's shorts off completely and kneeling between his spread legs.

"Get the stuff?" he said, he nodding up toward the nightstand where the lube was tucked into the top drawer. Adam was closer at this point, his one hand only inches away while Ronan grabbed handful of Adam's ass cheek and gave a squeeze that bordered on playful.

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A startled laugh burst out of Adam as Ronan took hold of him like he was checking for ripeness but there was no ignoring that it had a certain appeal. No one owned Adam Parrish. No one could grab hold of him and lay claim. But he liked that Ronan understood when to pretend.

Reaching out, Adam stretched his back and arms as long as he could. Even without looking, he knew that Ronan's gaze devoured him. He imagined that he could feel it scanning up his back like a laser, etching the details even further into his skin. Ronan drew out the moment and Adam did too, counting down slowly to when he leaned back with the lube in hand. He passed it back while he sat back on his legs, kneeling in front of Ronan and leaning back against him.

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Adam stretched for him, the tattoo on full display, ever winding line finely etched detail. Ronan wanted to follow the marks with his mouth, trace them over and over with his fingers and his tongue, an endless dream burned into Adam's skin.

Muscles shifted a new when Adam finally reached for the drawer and Ronan bent forward, grabbing the bottle for him and hovering low enough to brush his lips over Adam's freckled shoulder. He didn't say a word, there was no need to, just settled back again to coat two fingers in slick before reaching down to graze those same fingers down the delicate cleft of Adam's ass.

He took his time, fingertips lightly teasing against the pucker of muscle, circling a moment before he nudged just one in further, curled it at the rim as he waited for Adam to relax and let him in.

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His head fell back, mouth seeking Ronan when he felt that kiss. It was given too quickly for Adam to catch him, Ronan slipping away from him to attend to other business. In this position, he couldn't really see what Ronan was doing. He could hear the bottle open and close, the lube that Ronan poured out. It left him guessing just where and when Ronan would touch him so that he startled pleasantly when he felt Ronan's warm, slick fingers against his skin.

When he felt Ronan truly beginning to press, Adam widened his knees a little, opening himself a little further to him.

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It was quiet, nothing but his and Adam's mingled breathing filling the room. Adam opened for him, spreading his legs just a bit wider when he felt the press of Ronan's fingers, hips shifting to present a better angle. Welcoming.

Ronan bit back a groan, his fingers slick against the soft skin of Adam's perineum when he eased it back for a moment, then in again, pressing more solidly. Adam took him, relaxed enough that the press was easy and Ronan twisted his wrist slightly once his finger was in past the second knuckle, gently stretching, fucking in slow and easy.

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He could feel the twist of Ronan's fingers, the deeper press and Adam grabbed a handful of bedsheet
It was slow enough to border on torture and Adam knew Ronan was teasing him. He rocked his hips back purposefully, silently reminding Ronan that he could survive a bit of rough, a bit of urgency. "You're a goddamn tease," he said, voice roughened with need but also a deliberate imitation of Ronan too.

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"Mmm," Ronan replied with a grin, neither agreement nor denial.

Adam shifted beneath him, hips arching and rolling backward, trying to take more of Ronan's finger even as Ronan eased it back to slide in a second alongside it. The press in then was tighter and Ronan kept a careful eye on the clench of Adam's muscles, the hitch of his breath. But he didn't take his time, his touch entirely purposeful as he smoothed his other hand down to Adam's ass cheek again, spreading him wide so he could watch how easily Adam took him.

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He liked being looked at. By now, although he'd never said it, Adam thought Ronan had deduced that about him. Adam loved being desired, knowing he was worthy of a crush, of admiration. It was a selfish impulse but it thrilled him to know that Ronan was looking at him, touching him, and enjoying the sight. He felt a little debased and entirely worthy, both at the same time.

Ronan's touch was more intent now, more pointed, and Adam bit back a groan, a little admission of the needy relief that came from being touched deeper.

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Every press of Ronan's fingers brought forth a reaction, Adam letting out a quiet, bitten back groan as Ronan twisted his wrist to get in deeper, searching for that spot he knew so well now. He loved Adam in every way, but especially like this, bent forward and trusting, relying on Ronan almost entirely for his pleasure, giving it up to him wholly.

Bending forward, Ronan pressed another kiss to Adam's back, this one lower on his new tattoo, barely brushing the dark ink as he gently eased his fingers free.

"Breathe," he whispered, an unnecessary reminder as he carefully pushed down his own shorts, just far enough to free his cock. His hand still slick and sticky with lube, Ronan gave himself a few thorough strokes then leaned forward, guiding himself towards Adam. He didn't press in, not yet, choosing instead to only rub his blunt tip against Adam's hole in a quiet promise.

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"If I breathe will you quit teasin'?" He forgot to be careful then and the drawl slipped out, his tongue losing some of its edge. Adam let his head drop to rest on his forearm, back arching again as he felt Ronan's kisses over his tattoo. It was a permanent marker of them and what they were and of the dreams they could swim into. It was the mark of the Magician made for him by the Greywaren.

"Ronan..." he said, voice low, aching.

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The dip of Adam's Henrietta drawl curled low around Ronan's spine, pulling him closer and he let out his own breath as he rocked his hips forward, slipping past the first ring of muscle as Adam said his name, overwhelmed by the tight clench, the heat all around him.

He was still bent forward, eyes on Adam's back, on the intricate black ink that marked his skin, that Ronan had put there. "Fuck," he breathed then, rolling his hips back and then forward, sinking in fully this time with a shuddered breath as he forced himself to still for a moment, waiting for Adam to adjust to the intrusion.

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There was always pressure but rarely ever pain and even less rarely pain he hadn't asked for. Ronan never hurt him but he knew better than anyone else what took Adam out of his own head. Ronan moved behind, against, into him a little ways and then fully and Adam let out a soft exhale.

"How's it look?"