( Ronan is a picture like that. The way he looks is so beautiful to Adam that it's physically painful, like something is squeezing the life out of him each time. He has to force himself to breathe, a noisy sound that fills the quiet classroom. He's passed the point of caring much about being caught. )
Yeah.
( Adam's voice is heavy, accented, rough. He bites his own bottom lip and watches Ronan through half lidded eyes. He doesn't think to redirect the camera, so the only clues that he's close are the stain of pink below his jaw, the twitch in his cheek, the way he goes still in the seconds before. He comes with a glorious curse word clearly picked up from the boy on the other end of the screen, shoulders pressed into the chair. The camera shudders, as Adam tries to recompose himself.
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Yeah.
( Adam's voice is heavy, accented, rough. He bites his own bottom lip and watches Ronan through half lidded eyes. He doesn't think to redirect the camera, so the only clues that he's close are the stain of pink below his jaw, the twitch in his cheek, the way he goes still in the seconds before. He comes with a glorious curse word clearly picked up from the boy on the other end of the screen, shoulders pressed into the chair. The camera shudders, as Adam tries to recompose himself.
It takes longer than usual. )
Jesus fucking Christ.
( Completely Wrecked. )