Adam was utterly addicted, moaning into Ronan's mouth as they shifted against each other. He'd meant to take his time with the kiss, to just linger in it for an hour, but the intensity of the kiss rose fast from how starved they both were for it.

His hands slid up Ronan's shirt, cold fingertips against Ronan's warm skin and nails biting into Ronan's back, trying to pull him closer, wanting to be utterly wound up in Ronan.

Breathless and hopelessly aroused when he broke the kiss, Adam rested his head against the side of Ronan's throat. He panted, eyes closed, focusing on the way his skin tingled, cock unmistakably hard after that kiss. "Ronan," he murmured, because all other words were insufficient.