[And then Adam stops thinking. He can't, even if he wanted. Even if he wanted to let the gears shift and turn, calculating the rights and wrongs of his own actions, of how he needed to consider his next steps as to not fall into a hole he won't be able to get out of.
But in truth, he's already fallen. And it's down on this bed with Gansey with the boy keeps him occupied with a kiss, gentle and sweet but passionate all the same. Because it's done with the accompaniment of moving fingers, warm and inviting over several inches of yes, Gansey, please, Gansey. He tells his hips to stay put but they want to move. Gansey's fingers tightening him is what he craves, what he hungers for when he forgets every trace of anger and hate accumulated from the day. Please, Gansey.
He gasps when he receives the opposite. Fingers are pulled away and Adam swallows hard, trying to catch on to what plans are in motion when Gansey pushes him up and backwards.
Let me show you.
Toes curl against the blankets during the beat of silence once he hears that request. Heart beats a little faster and fabric scrapes over his hips as tugs down at the stretchy hem, pulled with his underwear until it slides down to his thighs and he's all bare and exposed for Gansey to see. There's nothing to hide now. Not the fragile boy he is, sensitive to touch after years of no physical senses of affection. Certainly not the lustful signs that Adam reacts so fast and easily to everything Gansey does to him. And not that quiet part of his soul that wants to be attended to, that wants to see that potential of being cared for like Gansey might just provide.]
[ For one brief moment, Gansey simply stays where he is, slightly in awe of Adam, partially in disbelief that this is really happening. He sees Adam, exposed and vulnerable and very ready, and Gansey's mouth goes a little dry. He's so beautiful, there's a slight ache in his chest somewhere. But he's here and he wants Gansey as much as Gansey wants him.
Slowly and with some care, Gansey crawls forward until he can reach out and touch him. He drags his fingers down the length of the other boy's torso, leaning in so his mouth can follow after, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches the length of Adam, hard and throbbing. He's never done anything like this before but that kind of inexperience has never stopped him before.
He presses his lips against the crown, tongue flicking across while his fingers wrap gently around Adam's length. ]
Adam swallows hard, the self-named apple at his neck shifting as his throat dries. His fingers claw beneath his own shirt, tugging it up low at his chest, just enough to let Gansey touch, to watch Gansey. The boy in front of him moves so unpredictably because just this morning, they were friends. Just this afternoon, they were estranged. Now they're ... something. Lovers seems to be too strong a word, especially when there's no way to tell what could happen after tonight. But he can't think of that now. The future doesn't matter when all he can see is Gansey, sweet Gansey.
A kiss presses against the tip of him and his heart warms. He expects to despise it, the way Gansey is so fragile and gentle with him like he just might break, like he's just another one of his belongings to protect. But that's not it, and Adam knows it.
He is fragile. And he wants nothing more than to envelop himself in this boy's hands, lips, everything.]
Gansey, ah ... [He moans, a hand reaching out to pet the top of Gansey's hair, the soft locks slipping easily through his fingers. There's a twitch against the other boy's mouth, a need in the stiffness that wets lips with small beads of precome. Adam can't remember how to breathe, but he doesn't think he'll need to anytime soon.]
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But in truth, he's already fallen. And it's down on this bed with Gansey with the boy keeps him occupied with a kiss, gentle and sweet but passionate all the same. Because it's done with the accompaniment of moving fingers, warm and inviting over several inches of yes, Gansey, please, Gansey. He tells his hips to stay put but they want to move. Gansey's fingers tightening him is what he craves, what he hungers for when he forgets every trace of anger and hate accumulated from the day. Please, Gansey.
He gasps when he receives the opposite. Fingers are pulled away and Adam swallows hard, trying to catch on to what plans are in motion when Gansey pushes him up and backwards.
Let me show you.
Toes curl against the blankets during the beat of silence once he hears that request. Heart beats a little faster and fabric scrapes over his hips as tugs down at the stretchy hem, pulled with his underwear until it slides down to his thighs and he's all bare and exposed for Gansey to see. There's nothing to hide now. Not the fragile boy he is, sensitive to touch after years of no physical senses of affection. Certainly not the lustful signs that Adam reacts so fast and easily to everything Gansey does to him. And not that quiet part of his soul that wants to be attended to, that wants to see that potential of being cared for like Gansey might just provide.]
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Slowly and with some care, Gansey crawls forward until he can reach out and touch him. He drags his fingers down the length of the other boy's torso, leaning in so his mouth can follow after, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches the length of Adam, hard and throbbing. He's never done anything like this before but that kind of inexperience has never stopped him before.
He presses his lips against the crown, tongue flicking across while his fingers wrap gently around Adam's length. ]
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Adam swallows hard, the self-named apple at his neck shifting as his throat dries. His fingers claw beneath his own shirt, tugging it up low at his chest, just enough to let Gansey touch, to watch Gansey. The boy in front of him moves so unpredictably because just this morning, they were friends. Just this afternoon, they were estranged. Now they're ... something. Lovers seems to be too strong a word, especially when there's no way to tell what could happen after tonight. But he can't think of that now. The future doesn't matter when all he can see is Gansey, sweet Gansey.
A kiss presses against the tip of him and his heart warms. He expects to despise it, the way Gansey is so fragile and gentle with him like he just might break, like he's just another one of his belongings to protect. But that's not it, and Adam knows it.
He is fragile. And he wants nothing more than to envelop himself in this boy's hands, lips, everything.]
Gansey, ah ... [He moans, a hand reaching out to pet the top of Gansey's hair, the soft locks slipping easily through his fingers. There's a twitch against the other boy's mouth, a need in the stiffness that wets lips with small beads of precome. Adam can't remember how to breathe, but he doesn't think he'll need to anytime soon.]