quietly brings adam's hands to his lips and kisses each fingertip, each knuckle, and presses his lips to the palms, memorizing how they feel with a smile.
A SHUDDERING SIGH PASSES his lips, w r u n g through acrid lungs, dusty && stale, tasting of DEW. through half lidded eyes, he WATCHES as ronan traces out his obsession with his hands with lips && fingers, leaving no PART of him undiscovered, until all PARTS of the unknowable boy were k n o w n . a twist of slender wrist, && he pulls one hand from tender grasp, knuckles dragging against the CURVE of a cheek, the LINE of a jaw. amazing, that this might be HIS, that someone like ronan could want someone like him. but HERE they are && ronan feels fit to burst, learning to LOVE after going so long without. a SOUND escapes, strangled && low, && he uses the hand still HELD in the other’s to pull him in, the other hand CUPPING his face as he pulls him in for a gentle kiss.













