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[thedreamthief]

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]

"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.

[thedreamthief]

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.

[thedreamthief]

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.

[incognoscibilis]

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.

[thedreamthief]

"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.