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“Do you want anything for your birthday?” Adam asks. “Because I have an idea but I think it’s lazy.”
Ronan looks up, halfway to shoving a taco into his mouth. “Is it you, naked and lubed up?”
Adam’s cheeks burn, but he presses on. “It can be that,” he says. “But I thought... We’re going out for Halloween the night before, and I was going to offer to wear whatever you want me to. Anything at all, no matter what it is.”
Ronan narrows his eyes and shoves his taco into his mouth in one go. He chews thoughtfully, and Adam spends a moment marvelling at that; how a man with a mouth full of Mexican food can look so pensive.
He swallows, eventually. “Will you wear a butt plug?”
“Fucking hell,” Adam swears. “We’re in public, can you stop saying things like that?”
“Yes or no?”
“I meant a Halloween costume. But—” he shrugs. “Yes.”
“Cool. I’ll give the rest some thought.”
Adam frowns at his enchiladas, contemplating whether or not he's just made a terrible mistake. He has, essentially, just written Ronan a blank cheque to embarrass him. And agreed to wear a butt plug for an indeterminate amount of time.
“Stop looking so worried Parrish. You trust me.” He says it as a fact. It’s true, Adam wouldn’t have suggested this if he didn’t. Wouldn’t be agreeing to doing whatever Ronan wants if he didn’t.
Over the next week, Adam forgets about what he promised Ronan. He plans with Gansey, gets tickets to the Student Union Halloween party, plans the surprise party they’re going to throw for Ronan at Monmouth afterwards.
He doesn’t think about the costume until three days before, when Ronan asks for his house key so he can “—see what you’ve got in your wardrobe, Parrish.”
Adam surrenders his key, hoping that if he already owns it, it won’t be embarrassing.
He turns up at Monmouth, an hour before pre drinks. Gansey isn’t around, and Ronan’s sprawled shirtless on the couch, scrolling through the Netflix menu. Adam stands at the end of the couch and lets himself look at the long line of Ronan. He’s wearing leather pants. They’re tight across his thighs, and Adam wants to drop to his knees, crawl between them. He doesn’t want to go out tonight, he wants to stay here, be Ronan’s.
Ronan switches off the TV and unceremoniously drops the remote on the floor. “Something the matter, Parrish?”
Adam swallows. “You’re wearing leather pants.”
“So I am, Parrish,” Ronan says, and he looks up at Adam, smirking wickedly. He rolls off the couch, and he stands in front of Adam. Adam can’t stop himself from looking up and down his body. He wants, so badly.
Ronan kisses him hard, and Adam forgets about the Halloween costume, forgets about the night out, about the after party, forgets about anything that isn’t the way Ronan holds him, the way he kisses him like he’s proving a point.
Adam hasn’t thought about the butt plug, doesn’t think about it at all, not until he’s face down on Ronan’s bed, Ronan methodically fingering him open.
“You still want me to plug you up?” Ronan asks, and that’s when Adam remembers.
“Oh, God. Yeah.” Ronan wants it, so Adam wants it. Ronan has two fingers inside him, and it feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
“Do you think I should let you come now?” Ronan asks, sliding a third finger in and rocking them slowly inside.
“Yeah, please. You should,” Adam tells him. It’s a pointless question really. If Ronan wants him to come now, then he will, if Ronan wants him to wait, the he’ll wait.
“Nah,” Ronan says, like Adam thought he would. “I want you desperate for me. I want you plugged up and gagging for it.”
Adam feels his face burn, embarrassed at how badly he wants it already. It doesn’t bother him that he’s not coming now, he wants to be like Ronan says he’s going to be. Gagging for it. The soft silicon of the plug teases at his hole. His boxers are pulled down to his knees.
Ronan is knelt on the bed next him; when Adam shifts, his stomach brushes his knees. Adam fondly remembers the way his ass looked in his leather pants when he turned away to the bedroom. He thinks about getting to touch Ronan through those pants, thinks about grinding his cock against his ass. He thinks about it instead of the way that Ronan is pushing the plug in just a little, and then pulling it away again. The fingers of his free hand card through Adam’s hair.
“Hey, none of that,” Ronan says, and his fingers tighten, making a fist in Adam’s hair. “I know when you’re thinking about something else. I want you focussing on what I’m doing to you right now.”
Adam gasps as Ronan uses the grip on his hair to pull his face out of the pillow. It’s almost at the same moment that he pushes the plug all the way inside. Adam moans loudly as he feels himself stretch around the widest part, and then again when he feels the weight of it settle inside.
“There,” Ronan says. “Stay like that.”
Adam doesn’t move. He braces his forearms against the bed, keeps his back arched, as Ronan steps off the bed. They’re both quiet for a long minute; Adam can feel Ronan’s eyes on him. They stay like that, until Adam whines. Ronan shushes him, and then pulls Adam’s boxers up, tucking his hard cock inside, and pressing hard on the end of the plug.
“Fuck,” Adam gasps.
“Good?”
“Too good. I want you inside me.”
“Later,” Ronan says. “You can wait.”
Adam nods. He can, he can wait.
Ronan helps him get to his feet, catching him when his knees buckle when the plug moves inside him, pressing snugly against his prostate.
Ronan looks at him darkly, and Adam sees in that look how much this is affecting Ronan too, how much it’s going to affect him all night. Adam kisses him, because he wants to, because he can.
“Gotta get dressed,” Adam says, smirking into the kiss. He feels painfully aroused still, but he’s sure Ronan feels the same.
“Maybe you’re going like that,” Ronan says, looking down at Adam’s t-shirt, boxers and socks combination.
“I’m not though,” Adam says. Not because he’s going to refuse whatever Ronan wants, but because he can hear the teasing in Ronan’s voice.
“Yeah,” Ronan says, and then he opens the wardrobe and passes Adam his own white button-up shirt and his own suit trousers.
“What is this for?” Adam says, taking the shirt and trousers.
“I thought about this a lot. I had a few ideas, but it’s fucking Halloween, you can’t wear Velcro mechanics overalls at Halloween. Gotta be spooky.”
“Velcro?”
Ronan just raises his eyebrows.
“So what is this?” Adam asks, stripping his t-shirt off. “Suits are… spooky?”
“You’re a vampire,” Ronan says, and he throws a package containing fake vampire fangs to Adam.
“So what are you going as?” Ronan’s still wearing his leather pants and nothing else. Adam both hopes and fears that that’s all Ronan’s going to wear. He sloppily ties Adam’s cravat, and gives him a waistcoat too, one Adam hasn’t seen before. Adam shrugs it on, and neatens his cravat.
Ronan smirks. “Vampire slayer.”
“So what, are you gonna stake me later?”
“I’ll put something inside you later.” Ronan winks.
“Something inside me now,” Adam says, laughing. His laughter dies when Ronan pulls on his tank top. It’s an old one, stretched out at the neck and underarms, torn in a couple of places.
“You’re wearing that?” Adam says. His voice is croakier than he expected. He doesn’t know why he expected different. Ronan looks like sin.
“Is that a problem, Parrish?” He walks towards Adam, closer and closer until Adam has to step away, has to let Ronan back him up against the wall.
“No,” Adam says, swallowing. He likes this Ronan, this smug, cocky Ronan, likes the way he’s looking at Adam like he’s going to devour him.
“Good,” Ronan says, and he snaps his teeth near Adam’s ear.
They take a taxi down to the Student Union. Blue frowns at Adam when she meets them out the front of the building. The only clue that she’s dressed as a witch is the little pointy hat perched jauntily on her head. The rest of her clothes don’t look much different to normal. She eyes Adam appraisingly. He tugs at the cuffs of his shirt.
“Why are you dressed like you’re going to a wedding?” Blue asks him.
Ronan overhears her and turns his sharp gaze on Adam. “Come on, Parrish. Dirty it up a bit.”
Adam wants to point out that Ronan essentially dressed him. He stops himself; there are some things Blue and Gansey, and now Henry and Noah don’t need to know. “I think,” he says instead. “That if I were a real vampire, I still wouldn’t want to dirty it up.”
Blue rolls her eyes, and moves on to criticising Noah for his lazy ghost costume.
Ronan leans in close to Adam. “You can be dirty in other ways,” Ronan murmurs.
“Yeah,” Adam breathes. Doesn’t point out how he already is. “Come on, we’re going in.”
He feels a little wound tight, the feeling only growing as they join the queue to get into the nightclub.
“You need to relax, Parrish,” Ronan says. He reconsiders. “Not all the way. Just some of the way.”
“I don’t think anyone wants that. Least of all me.” He purses his lips and looks around at the assembled crowd of students. No one’s paying any attention, and it’s too loud for anyone to overhear. “I keep thinking people will be able to tell.”
“I can tell,” Ronan says.
Adam lightly shoves him. “You know,” he hisses. “You have insider information.”
“What you want me to ask around? Hey, does it look like Parrish is wearing—”
Adam clamps his hand over Ronan’s mouth. “Keep your voice down, Lynch. Holy shit.” He can feel Ronan’s smirk pressed to his palm.
The queue inches forwards. Adam keeps quiet, just listens and observes as Ronan jokes around with Gansey and the others. It’s not unusual for him to be quiet, but still, he hopes no one notices anything out of the ordinary.
Down the stairs, in the basement of the Student Union, the nightclub is decorated in fake cobwebs and coloured streamers. There are two rooms; one plays cheesy pop, and Blue and Henry lead the way into it. Ronan catches Adam’s wrist though when he makes to follow, and he drags Adam to the other room, the one where dark and dirty EDM shakes the floor.
Adam’s always liked how Ronan keeps a hand on him in places like this. The loud music, the shouting, the vibration of the crowd, it all fucks with his hearing, makes him feel disorientated. But he’s got Ronan’s hand on his waist, sneaking under the bottom of his waistcoat, against the thin fabric of his shirt. Adam focusses on that and lets Ronan pull him into the middle of the crowd.
It’s fucking filthy, the way that Ronan kisses down the side of his neck, the way that he grinds against him. They’re not dancing, they’re just making out with sweaty bodies packed around them. Ronan’s tongue licks demandingly into his mouth, and Adam forgets to care.
“I wanna eat you,” Ronan snarls in his ear. His breath is hot and close. Adam can feel sweat sticking his shirt to his back.
“That’s supposed to be my line,” Adam replies, and he puts his mouth to the tantalising stretch of pale skin beneath his ear. Adam sucks. He bites and he kisses at Ronan’s neck, keeps going, until Ronan gasps out, “Shit, Parrish.”
Adam wants to put his hands everywhere. He pushes under Ronan’s stretched out tank, sliding over his abs, around his back to feel the way his leather pants cling to his ass. Ronan moves away a little, putting some space between them, as if, for the first time ever, he’s the one with more shame.
“This is your fault,” Adam tells him. He’s senselessly turned on, and not at all embarrassed. “How am I supposed to think about anything?”
“Kind of the point,” Ronan says in Adam’s ear. “Happy fucking birthday to me.”
“You’re such a dick.” It’s Ronan’s fault he’s like this.
“We should go find Gansey,” Ronan says. He’s right, but Adam still groans. He goes with Ronan when Ronan leaves, willing to follow him anywhere tonight.
In the other room, a pop hit from fifteen years ago has everyone singing along. It’s still dark in here, but the atmosphere is more bubble-gum pink and light-hearted fun than the sinful grind of the other room. It’s just as hot in here and Adam stops dancing to roll his shirt sleeves up neatly, to loosen his cravat a little.
Ronan pauses in dancing with Blue to watch him, and he reaches for Adam, when Adam’s finished.
“Did I say you could do that?” he asks, a low growl in Adam’s hearing ear.
Adam shakes his head. Should he have asked?
Ronan wraps one of his warm hands around Adam’s forearm, pulling him closer. “You’re fine,” he says, and Adam releases tension he wasn’t aware he was holding onto.
Ronan’s other hand comes up to his chest and undoes his top three buttons. Adam inhales as Ronan’s fingers press to his bare skin. “Are you hot? Do you want a drink?”
Adam nods, and he lets Ronan lead him through the crowd to the bar. Whatever Ronan buys him at the bar is luminous green and has a plastic spider floating in it. He picks the spider out and slips into the back pocket of Ronan’s pants. A sip of his drink reveals it to be vodka lemonade with green colouring. Ronan takes the spider out of his pocket and pushes it into Blue’s hair when they find the others again.
Adam holds the cubes of ice from his drink until his tongue tingles, and then he kisses Ronan when his mouth is still cold.
“Fucking cold-mouthed vampires,” Ronan laughs, but he lets Adam keep kissing him until his mouth is normal temperature again.
He surreptitiously checks the time on his phone as Ronan accepts more shots from Henry. It’s half past eleven, half an hour until Ronan’s birthday. He needs to distract Ronan enough that in twenty minutes, so he doesn’t notice Gansey and Blue leaving.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna last all night like this,” Adam pants into Ronan’s ear. “I wanna take it out.”
As a distraction, it’s effective. Ronan kisses him hard, his teeth scraping over Adam’s lips, pressing in with force, holding him still for it. “You’re not taking that out until I can replace it with my cock.”
Adam whines, and he presses his forehead to Ronan’s shoulder. Behind him, he notices Gansey throw him a thumbs up and follow Blue out of the club. “Please, Ronan,” he says.
“Yeah? You want me to take you to the bathroom and take it out of you, baby?”
“And then…” Adam starts, even though he knows where it’ll end.
“You already know,” Ronan says. “I don’t wanna do that. Want to fuck you properly.”
Adam groans, but he concedes, lets himself stay in this perfect balance of desperation and satisfaction. The surprise party is almost a shame, Adam thinks. He’s looking forward to it for Ronan, but for himself, it’s just another thing to get through. For now, he dances close to Ronan, drinks more alcohol when it’s offered, and kisses and kisses him.
It’s five minutes to midnight almost too soon. “Come on,” Adam says. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Had enough torture?” Ronan replies, smirking. Adam wishes it was the escape that Ronan thinks it is.
“Yeah,” he says anyway, pretending to himself that he is just going back to Ronan’s apartment to fuck.
Ronan frowns at him a little, but Adam ignores it and drags him out of the club. While they wait for a taxi, Ronan presses along his back and tells Adam, “You look so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to get you in my bed and wreck you.”
Adam almost feels bad that he’s got to wait longer. He must stiffen with the thought because Ronan is releasing him, and asking, “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling—?”
“I am. I really am.”
“Well what is it then?”
Their taxi pulls up to the curb. “Nothing, honestly. I’ll—I’ll tell you when we get back to yours.”
Ronan narrows his eyes, but he gets in the taxi.
Back at Monmouth, Ronan gets out the taxi first but he waits expectantly on the sidewalk for Adam, like he thinks Adam’s going to explain himself right there outside the building.
“Let’s go inside,” he says.
Ronan rolls his eyes, but he follows Adam inside anyway. Adam stands to one side to let Ronan unlock the door.
There’s a shout from inside that Adam braces himself against. He watches the way Ronan grins instead, the way he laughs in shock.
He turns to Adam on his way into the apartment. “You knew about this,” he says.
Adam grins. “Surprise.”
There are more people in the apartment than Adam thinks Ronan knows, or, more importantly, likes. Gansey had been in charge of the guest list though. All Adam had to do was get Ronan there and not let him know about the surprise.
He watches Ronan hug Matthew. Getting Matthew here had been the best part of the plan, in Adam’s opinion. Ronan hasn’t seem him in ages, and Adam almost feels sorry for everyone else in the room, because Ronan’s not going to be as excited for anyone else.
Adam gets a beer for himself and one for Ronan. He thinks about going into Ronan’s room, just to get away from all the people for a bit, or to maybe take the edge off a bit. He feels like he’s been at least half hard for hours. He has been half hard for hours.
Like he can read Adam’s mind, Ronan stalks across the room to him, and drags him around the counter into the kitchen. They’re still in the room with everyone else, but it feels as if the barrier gives them privacy.
“How are you doing?” Ronan asks. “If you want to go and take it—”
“No. I don’t. I don’t want to do that,” Adam admits. He doesn’t. He could take the out that Ronan’s offering him. Take the plug out, enjoy the party. He doesn’t want to do that at all. “I don’t,” he says again because Ronan’s still looking at him with a question in his eyes. “I don’t.”
Ronan smirks. “Yeah. You’re gonna last as long as I want you to, gonna stay ready for me.”
Oh yeah, Adam really does want this. The longer it lasts, the longer he wants it to last. “Yeah, I will. Ronan, please,” Adam says.
“I’ve heard that before. How do you look better the messier you get?”
Adam scoffs. He’s pretty sure he’s got more buttons undone on his shirt than he’d ever allow normally. “You wanna fuck me so bad,” Adam says. He can feel the pleasant buzz of alcohol in his bloodstream still, making everything feel lazy and far away.
“Yeah, you know I do,” Ronan
“Let’s just go now then.”
“Nope. I’ve got a birthday to celebrate.”
Adam groans, annoyed this time, rather than turned on. Ronan just laughs at him. “You should’ve thought of this before you planned a party for me.”
“Should’ve thought of a lot things.” He doesn’t regret it. He just wishes they’d planned it for somewhere that wasn’t Ronan’s apartment. That he hadn’t agreed to wear a butt plug.
Ronan winks at him, refills his beer, and saunters back off into the party.
It’s 2am. Well. 01:47. Adam’s not drunk anymore. He’s sobered up a long time ago.
He’s horny though.
Insatiably so.
He’s pretty sure he’s not drunk, he’s not had anything that wasn’t water in at least the last hour.
It feels like being drunk.
It feels like the room is spinning, but rather than Adam being at the centre, he’s in the orbit. The room is revolving around Ronan Lynch.
Adam’s painfully aware of where Ronan is the whole party. It doesn’t help that Ronan also seems to be continuously aware of where he is too. He’s being more subtle than Adam, casually brushing his fingers against the back of his neck when he passes him on the way to the bathroom. Looking at him darkly as he pours himself a drink. Pressing his hip to Adam’s as he talks to Matthew.
Being near Ronan makes him feel better, but he doesn’t want to look like he’s insatiably horny. Particularly not after Henry looks him up and down and says, “Jeez Parrish, you look hard up.”
Adam looks at him witheringly and finishes his glass of water. He goes to refill it and when he comes back, he sits on the windowsill next to Blue instead of on the couch with Ronan.
Blue talks to him, but Adam’s got no idea what she’s saying, right up until the point where she says, “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”
“Huh?” he says, intelligently.
Luckily, Blue just laughs. “Go to bed, Adam. I’m sure your—” she waves her hand towards Ronan, “—vampire slayer will come and find you.”
Adam’s sure he will too. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”
He slides off the windowsill. He can feel Ronan’s eyes on him as he crosses the room towards Ronan’s door. He leans against the frame of it and looks back at Ronan. Ronan sticks his tongue out obscenely, and then he’s up and across the room too, crowding Adam back into his bedroom. Across the room, someone, probably Henry, wolf whistles.
The door shuts with a snap, cutting off the chatter and softening the music to only the dull bass. Ronan leans against the door and he’s looking at Adam with the same burning hot look he’s been looking at him with all evening. Adam stands in the middle of the room, and he looks back, letting his eyes skim up and down Ronan’s body.
The tension between them is burning in Adam’s gut, in every part of his body. He’s breathing hard, and so is Ronan. Their eyes meet again, and Adam can’t help it, he starts laughing. Ronan laughs too, and they both keep laughing, giggling at the situation, the expectation, the anticipation.
“They’re gonna wonder what we’re doing in here,” Adam says through his laughter.
“Let ‘em wonder,” Ronan replies, and he’s stopped laughing now, back to looking at Adam like he’s going to swallow him whole. “Take that off for me,” he says.
Suddenly, things aren’t so funny anyone. Adam undoes the loose tangle of his tie. He slides the long length of it out of the collar of his shirt and drops it on the floor. Ronan tuts.
“Don’t make a mess, Parrish,” Ronan says.
Adam glances meaningfully at yesterday’s discarded boxers still on Ronan’s floor.
“Don’t be cheeky either.”
Adam rolls his eyes and unbuttons his shirt. After he’s shrugged it from his shoulders, he puts it over Ronan’s desk chair. He loops the cravat over the top and then works on his pants, kicking his shoes off at the same time.
“Eager,” Ronan observes, when Adam shucks his underpants and his pants at the same time.
“You would be too,” he points out.
Ronan nods. “I am.” He walks across the room to Adam and wraps his hands around his hips. He looks down at Adam’s hard cock between them. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me. Please, Ronan. I can’t think about anything else. Can’t think about anything other than what it feels like,” Adam breathes. He doesn’t care that he’s begging.
“Yeah, I’ll fuck you,” Ronan says. He uses his grip on Adam’s hips to direct him to rub his cock against Ronan’s leather-covered crotch. “Want me to take the edge off?” Ronan asks. “Keep doing this.”
Adam gasps. He can feel the long, hard line of Ronan’s cock against his, can feel the smooth leather against him too. He grinds his hips against Ronan’s trying to release some of the pressure.
“That feels good, yeah?” Ronan asks. “Want me to take my cock out too?”
“Yeah, fuck. Could come like this,” Adam says. Ronan’s hands fumble to undo his pants and pull his cock out. Ronan takes both their cocks into his hand and Adam’s hold body jerks as he fucks into the tight grip.
“You didn’t wear a plug all night just to get jerked off though, did you?”
“No, I want you to fuck me,” Adam says, for what feels like the thousandth time this evening. He’s more than ready for it now.
“Get on the bed then,” Ronan says.
Adam scrambles to do so. He kneels up on the bed and watches Ronan take off his shirt and his pants. “You want me so badly,” he says, smug. “You want me to touch you?”
Adam nods frantically from where he’s positioned himself on his knees, and he sighs when Ronan’s hand wraps around his cock. He’s kneeling on the bed behind Adam now, and the fingers of his free hand press at the base of the plug.
Adam moans through gritted teeth. “God, Ronan.”
“You really are gagging for it,” he says, and the words are teasing but his tone is just insanely turned on.
“Yeah, I am. Want your cock now.” Adam would be embarrassed but he’s so far past that.
“You’re so wound up,” Ronan observes. “If I didn’t have that plug in you, it’d take ages to work you open.”
“Wouldn’t be so wound up,” Adam points out. He’s trying for belligerent, but it comes out breathy and desperate.
“Do you want my fingers first? Or do you want me opening you up on my cock?”
Adam considers the options. The plug is thinner than Ronan’s cock; it could have an edge of pain, the stretch would be a lot to take. The stretch would be a lot to take and he wants that roughness. Wants Ronan to tell him ‘so fucking tight, Adam.’
“I don’t know,” Adam whispers. “Want to make you happy.”
“You do, baby. You do,” Ronan replies, just as softly as he starts to work the plug out of Adam’s ass. “Can’t believe you wore this all night for me. Look at you.”
Adam cries out as the plug pushes past the widest part of Adam’s hole. He considers what he must look like, on his knees, legs spread, face buried in Ronan’s pillows. He probably looks like he’s already been fucked.
“Stop thinking,” Ronan tells him. “Relax.” Two of his fingers rub over Adam’s hole and dip inside. Adam stops thinking, Adam relaxes.
Ronan pushes two, then three fingers inside of him. It’s almost perfunctory, rather than the lazy way that he normally fingers Adam.
“You told me you were gonna take the edge off.”
“I am. I’m fucking on edge too, you have no idea what you do to me.” Ronan’s fingers are gone, and he leans all the way over Adam to grab more lube. Adam settles beneath him, spreading his legs and pressing himself closer to the bed.
Ronan’s cock nudges against his hole. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” Adam says, and he bunches on of Ronan’s pillows up beneath his chest, wrapping his arms around it.
Ronan’s cock presses inside him slowly. It’s almost lazy, the way he relaxes into Adam, the way he rocks into him until he’s all the way inside. He blankets Adam and the feeling of Ronan finally, finally, settling inside him makes him shudder.
“God, you feel so fucking tight, baby,” Ronan says. “You feel fucking incredible. You are incredible. The way you stayed ready for me all night.”
Ronan moves slowly at first, and then faster and faster. His hand slides beneath Adam and wraps around his cock. He’s less jerking him off and more just giving Adam something to thrust into as he moves in rhythm with Ronan’s thrusts.
Neither of them speak for what feels like a long time. Adam feels like they’ve been fucking for hours, like the club and the party were some strange fever dream he had while Ronan fingered him, and now he’s finally getting fucked.
“You’re amazing. You’re so fucking sexy. You’re gonna make—Gonna make me come so fast.”
Adam doesn’t even know what he’s saying. It’s probably please, probably, yes, probably, Ronan.
“Come for me, come for me, come for me,” Ronan says, again and again.
Adam feels like he’s almost screaming as he comes. He bites down on his pillow to muffle his cries, feels the way he clenches around Ronan’s still hard cock.
Ronan’s moving faster and harder into Adam now, and there’s so much sweat building between them. Adam feels cold and exposed when Ronan suddenly sits up. He’s got two hands on Adam’s back, one pressing on his shoulder, one resting on his lower back as he fucks Adam hard and rough until he comes.
Ronan groans as he comes and the feeling of it, of finally getting Ronan to come inside him, makes Adam burn with arousal all over again.
Ronan collapses back on top of him again. “Fuck. Did I tell you you’re amazing?”
Adam stretches his arms and whines as Ronan pulls his cock out of him. “You did,” he says.
“Did I tell you I love you?”
“You have done before,” Adam replies as he rolls over in the small space that Ronan allows him. They’re both disgusting, but he couldn’t care less right now. “I like hearing it again.”
“Well. I love you,” Ronan says.
“I love you too,” Adam replies. They need to clean up, they need to sleep. Ronan kisses him again and everything else stops mattering.
He’s reaching for something on the nightstand though, and Adam breaks the kiss to figure out what. When he sees the plug in Ronan’s hand, he says, “No. Absolutely not.”
“Don’t be so boring, Parrish.”
Adam shrugs. “I’d do it again. Just not now.”
“I’ll take that,” Ronan smirks. He drops the plug into the mess of clothes on the floor.
“Disgusting,” Adam observes.
“You love me,” Ronan says, and his smirk is knowing, teasing.
“I do,” Adam concedes. “Happy birthday.”