When Ronan breathed in he felt the air expand in Adam’s lungs, deflate from his own. It wasn’t feeling Adam in his own body, it was feeling Adam in Adam’s body. And feeling Adam feel himself, in Ronan, feel Ronan in himself. Adam’s hands on his back were his arms slung around Adam’s shoulders and Adam’s cheek pressed against his throat was Ronan’s neck, warm and stubbly underneath Adam’s cool, smooth skin and Ronan’s brain caught on itself
just to be quiet by sksai/ @tadcarruthers. read it on ao3















