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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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[incognoscibilis]

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.

[incognoscibilis]

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?"

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"Fucking incredible," Ronan replied immediately, his voice strained under the pleasure of it, the heated grip of Adam's body all around him. Whether Adam was asking about his tattoo or the place where they were joined didn't make any difference; the answer was the same.

Leaning forward, Ronan continued to keep himself braced on one arm, breath hot against Adam's shoulder blade before he eased back slowly, nearly slipping out completely before rocking back in again with a quiet grunt, starting a slow, easy rhythm as he slid his hand down to curl around the jut of Adam's hip, keeping him in place.

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Adam made a low sound in his throat, hips jerking a little against Ronan's grip. Again, it shouldn't have pleased him so much, but it did. Ronan was the one who arranged them, who held the appearance of power, all while setting up a rhythm that Adam felt deep in his own body. It was familiar and good, even when they went deliberately slow and when they fucked in a messy, needy hurry. Always, it was good.

His hands closed around the sheets, grabbing tight handfuls rather than give into temptation and touch himself, not yet.

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Adam moved with him, rocking back as Ronan rolled forward, taking each slow slide, the pleasure-soaked sound he made tripping deliciously down Ronan's spine. Ronan kept his pace slow, but purposeful, muscled clenched in tight control, body arced over Adam's.

"Fuck," he breathed a moment later as the pleasure ramped little by little. Beneath him, Adam clawed at the sheets and Ronan stretched out further, uncurling one of Adam's hands and linking their fingers, holding tight and keeping Adam from touching himself as he snapped his hips forward harder.

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It was the tiniest restraint, the faintest exertion of power. If Adam really wanted to, Ronan would let him pull that hand away, would let him get that relief. That knowledge was what made Ronan's hand pinning his into something thrilling. It could have been frightening. Would have been from the wrong person. But from Ronan...

Adam swore, hips writhing back. His neck arched up, head trying to fall back toward Ronan. He wished he could stretch out, expand, feel Ronan against every part of him.

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The reaction was immediate and wholly satisfying, Adam's voice drawling on a curse as he rocked backward, meeting the curve of Ronan's hips, muscles still tight around him. It was all Ronan could do to hold on, his grip tightening around Adam's as he rolled forward himself, burying himself further with a heady groan. He could feel sweat collecting between then, his breath hot against Adam's shoulder, could feel the clench of Adam's body when Ronan finally got the angle just right.

It built too fast then, a tightening coil at the base of his spine and Ronan grunted as he tried to hold on, spanned his hips forward and then rolled, grinding in deep. "Want to make you come this way," he growled, far more statement than challenge as he bit lightly at Adam's shoulder.

[incognoscibilis]

"Ronan." His name was a whine, body writhing up to his touch. Ronan was fucking him just there, right against his prostate, restraining him just a little, and now he wasn't going to touch him. The prospect would have been interesting if Adam weren't so keyed up, so hungry for Ronan's touch. But that was part of the game too, part of the control he'd pretended to give up. Ronan got to decide and Adam could choose to fight it, or he could play along.

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Adam's voice nearly cracked on a moan and Ronan grunted again, spurred on by the sound of it. It seemed like a plea, but for what Ronan wasn't entirely sure. Relief or encouragement or both. He wasn't fighting Ronan's hold at all, his back still arched, accepting every roll of Ronan's hips, shuddering as Ronan slammed in just right.

"Want to feel it-- fuck," he groaned then, his lips brushing Adam's ear. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

[incognoscibilis]

It was the words as much as the motion. When Ronan leaned that close and spoke in his ear, that was all Adam heard. All other sound was blocked out and yet another of his senses was subsumed, given over to Ronan. If he weren't some warm, slick with sweat, he would have shivered.

Vaguely, Adam felt himself nod, his unclaimed hand gripping the sheets even tighter as Ronan fucked him.

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A jerk of Adam's head was his only response, but it was enough for Ronan to know he hadn't pushed too hard, that he was still into this, still wanting. He gripped at the sheets beneath them, muscles straining as Ronan found a solid rhythm, rocking his hips forward, tilting just right to press against Adam's prostate with every thrust.

But Adam's body was too warm and too tight and Ronan could feel himself hurtling close to the edge already. Pushing up, he dropped one hand to Adam's hip, fingers hooked there as he gained leverage, his own muscles screaming as he fucked into Adam harder, sweat dripping down his skin and Adam's fresh dream tattoo on full display. He bit his lip as toes started to curl, held his breath. Tried to hold on as long as he possibly could, wanting to feel every bit of Adam letting go when it happened.

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Adam bit down, trying to smother any noises but there was no helping it, not when Ronan touched those nerves with every single thrust. It sent pleasure jerking through him again and again, mumbling and moaning Ronan's name. Each intense wave fanned through his body, longer and longer until there was no more wave, no more pause, just the full-body rush of orgasm. His body jerked back against Ronan and then forward into the sheets, unable to be still.

"Ronan," he said, just to say it, just repeating the name of the man he loved.

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"Ah--" Ronan grunted when he felt Adam tighten beneath him. Around him. His thrusts became stilted, locked in the hot-tight clench of Adam's body as Adam began to shake, jerking back against Ronan and murmuring Ronan's name over and over.

It was more than enough, so much more than enough, and Ronan was overwhelmed by it all, by the fact that he still didn't have a single hand on Adam's cock and he'd still...

"Shit," he breathed, brow creased as his hips snapped forward once, twice, then stilled as he crashed over the edge, only the first syllable of Adam's name pushing past his lips as he spilled into the heat of his body, his heart and head pounding.

[incognoscibilis]

It was a sound, barely a syllable, but Adam knew it was his name. He took a moment to enjoy the shape of the sound in Ronan's mouth, to enjoy what he could inspire in him. Ronan loved him so fiercely and so fully and he could find it in every touch and motion.

Gasping, he let his body deflate forward, not quite pulling away from Ronan but giving up on supporting his own weight in favor of laying boneless against the mattress. Ronan's presence was still felt in skin against skin and Adam turned his head to the right, looking at Ronan with a broad, sloppy smile.