Ronan has never kissed anyone either. He's been kissed, but never reciprocated. His father would insist he socialize at the galas and balls he would throw for the kingdom. For Ronan socializing had been sitting alone drinking until he could stand the people in the room. His father would find him and offer him up to the first pretty girl he would see walking by. Dance with my son!, he would say with a hearty laugh. She would giggle and Ronan would be shoved off to the dance floor.

More than once he had been kissed. He stood statue still until it was over and just walked away. There was never any interest, no spark. Just the strong need to get away.

When Adam's lips touched his Ronan didn't feel like he had felt before. It felt like fire, like electricity in his veins. He made a soft sound and closed his eyes. He mimics the way Adam is holding his face and cups his cheek in his hand. Ronan kissed him back, soft and careful at first. Now that he was kissing Adam he didn't want it to end. He had been right, Adam's lips felt incredible. Ronan kept kissing him.