The cold of Adam's fingers made Ronan shiver. So keenly aware of how they were not his own, how they were Adam's, he gasped quietly into the kiss and came back with more heat than before. Pressing down, wishing he could simply lose himself in Adam Adam Adam.

When the kiss broke Ronan's breathing was shallow, heart thundering against his ribecage as his arousal pitched. Pressed together, tangled as they were, he could feel Adam and no doubt Adam could feel him. Just as wanting.

Adam murmured his name and he said nothing, only turned his head so he could catch Adam's mouth with his once more. Hungry, wanting more, pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth and tasting him again. This time his hands were more curious; they slid down, grasping at Adam's thighs to give them a hard squeeze.