Adam tensed in shock as Ronan kissed him. It wasn't a surprise, not really, not after he'd learned Ronan's inclinations. Of course it made sense for him to be the object of them. Him or Gansey, and he already knew it wasn't Gansey.

Ronan was kissing him. Ronan was kissing him.

He only barely reacted soon enough to return the kiss, but Ronan was already pulling away, as Adam leaned foward with longing.

Staring at him, panting softly, Adam licked his lips, tasting Ronan. He wanted to argue, to call Ronan a selfish prick, to tell him that he didn't know the first thing about what love was, that he didn't even know who Adam was anymore, that he'd never thought about what Adam wanted, about who Adam loved, because he'd never thought to ask. Adam had only ever been his plaything.

Pride warred with desire, but the longing for approval, for love, for comfort and kindness won out, and Adam reached for him, pressing close and kissing Ronan again.