Adam doesn't need more Ronan to be experienced, there was nothing that had ever been so satisfying as Ronan no matter what they were doing. They were both equally inexperienced, both equally hungry and in love. Their first time had been clumsy and a wreck but it'd still been good and the sex had only gotten better the more they did it and their desire never quenched.
His touch got minutely gentler as the other's mouth works over him. He whimpers when he feels his tongue pressing to the tip, finding it hard not to move though he's trying not to push up, letting Ronan pleasure him without interference.
He's so close already, dull nails scratching mindlessly at the back of Ronan's neck his head pressed back into his headrest. "Ronan, I'm already," he exhaled shakily, and he's sure Ronan can feel it, feel Adam just shy of coming, the pleasure just there out of reach and he tries so hard to hold back, not wanting to be done so fast even if his body wants to hurdle forward.
Thing is, Ronan definitely doesn't want Adam to be holding back. He pulls back - the noise wet and loud in the interior of the car, the kind of noise that would make him blush if they weren't alone for miles, only surrounded by sleeping beasts and dream things - and wraps his hand more fully around Adam's dick, looking up at him.
And if he hadn't been breathless before, he would be now, looking at Adam, his open mouth, his flushed cheeks, the bead of sweat on his forehead, the way his throat works. It's a gut punch, absolutely wrecking Ronan to see Adam this debauched, ready to come, his cock leaking profusely over Ronan's fingers, panting and having difficulty breathing.
"Do it. Fucking do it, Adam, fuck," he encourages, squeezing Adam's dick, his hand moving faster and faster over it.
Adam definitely can't hold out when Ronan's looking at him, touching him and telling him to do it. Adam doesn't last but another second before he's coming over Ronan's hand and god knows what else. He's going to have to definitely detail the interior of the car but he's not thinking about it as the pleasure washes over him completely.
His hips had jerked up as he came, back arching and the orgasm is over far too soon as he slumps back down panting and looking heavy lidded at Ronan.
"Jesus, Lynch," he murmurs and he's fairly certain that might be the fastest he's ever gotten off before.
Ronan grins, sharp as a knife and just as dangerous, as he looks up at Adam. He lets go of his cock, gently, before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean off of Adam, making a show of it. He's aching with how hard he is, but he's also willing to live with it for the chance to drive Adam completely off his rails - that's all he ever wants, these days.
When he's done, he licks his lips and stands up, his knees protesting a little as he bends over to kiss Adam, slow and deep and filthy. He knows his jeans are tented with his erection and he reaches down with a hand to palm at it, making himself groan against Adam's lips.
Adam curses again when he watches Ronan licking his fingers off. He feels a twitch of desire in his cock again but it's too soon for it to be much more than that but he's more than aware that Ronan is still hard. He feels a little shaky as his eyes drop lower, looking toward the tent at the other's crotch.
Before he thinks of anything to say, though, he's locked in a kiss with Ronan. He can taste himself on his tongue, on his lips and he moans. His hand sliding against the other's shaved head. He sucks at Ronan's tongue then nips at his lips before breaking the kiss.
"I know I was going to get on my knees to suck you but do you wanna fuck me instead?"
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His touch got minutely gentler as the other's mouth works over him. He whimpers when he feels his tongue pressing to the tip, finding it hard not to move though he's trying not to push up, letting Ronan pleasure him without interference.
He's so close already, dull nails scratching mindlessly at the back of Ronan's neck his head pressed back into his headrest. "Ronan, I'm already," he exhaled shakily, and he's sure Ronan can feel it, feel Adam just shy of coming, the pleasure just there out of reach and he tries so hard to hold back, not wanting to be done so fast even if his body wants to hurdle forward.
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And if he hadn't been breathless before, he would be now, looking at Adam, his open mouth, his flushed cheeks, the bead of sweat on his forehead, the way his throat works. It's a gut punch, absolutely wrecking Ronan to see Adam this debauched, ready to come, his cock leaking profusely over Ronan's fingers, panting and having difficulty breathing.
"Do it. Fucking do it, Adam, fuck," he encourages, squeezing Adam's dick, his hand moving faster and faster over it.
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His hips had jerked up as he came, back arching and the orgasm is over far too soon as he slumps back down panting and looking heavy lidded at Ronan.
"Jesus, Lynch," he murmurs and he's fairly certain that might be the fastest he's ever gotten off before.
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When he's done, he licks his lips and stands up, his knees protesting a little as he bends over to kiss Adam, slow and deep and filthy. He knows his jeans are tented with his erection and he reaches down with a hand to palm at it, making himself groan against Adam's lips.
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Before he thinks of anything to say, though, he's locked in a kiss with Ronan. He can taste himself on his tongue, on his lips and he moans. His hand sliding against the other's shaved head. He sucks at Ronan's tongue then nips at his lips before breaking the kiss.
"I know I was going to get on my knees to suck you but do you wanna fuck me instead?"