When Adam rolled, Ronan's forearm pillowed beside the man's head, keeping him steadily above as they kissed.

This was different from the times they kissed before. Heated instead of longing, burning instead of comforting. The spark sent a line of flame along his veins, skin becoming flushed and hot in a way he'd never really experienced before. A virgin, never having so much as kissed anyone, the polar opposite of Declan. There was nothing more serious to Ronan than a relationship. To fool around even just because it felt nice was unthinkable. Frankly, he didn't even understand it.

He did understand how he felt about Adam, however. The kisses he gave in return were just as hungry, though Adam had been starved for longer. There was no breaking to explain just how sexual his feelings for Adam were, but, as Adam bit at him, he slowly came to realize that Adam .... likely felt the same. Reacting, wanting, Ronan pushed his body down and tilted his head, rolling his tongue best he could, biting right back, trying to get more and more. Trying to satisfy that hunger.

Groaning into the kiss, Ronan's free hand pushed against Adam's abdomen, grasping, desperate to feel more of him.