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prompt: rimming. don’t care if it’s adam eating or ronan‘s ass or ronan rimming adam, if it’s pwp or part of a bigger plot, just anything. i love love love the way you write nsfw things, and i would love nothing more than a nice long-ish rimming scene with these two!

Because I am an impatient person, I am going to post the rimming excerpt from something under a read more for you. When it's posted on AO3, I will reblog this with a link :) Hope you enjoy, anon! Sorry it took so long, I had plans when you sent me this, but it took me a bit to get there!

Anyway, 600ish words for your enjoyment! Don't click the link if you don't want mild spoilers for one of my works!

He moans, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face in his arm. “Jesus fuck, Parrish, could you go any slower? Sun’s gonna be up soon at this rate.”

“Quit being dramatic.” Something drops next to Ronan on the bed, he opens an eye just in time to see the condom land next to the lube. “I’m almost ready.”

The mattress shifts when Adam climbs on behind him, quiet at first. He presses a palm to Ronan’s cheek, gently spreading him apart and trailing a dry finger down the crack. Ronan very nearly loses it right then, stifling a whimper by clenching his teeth.

“Fuck,” Adam hums appreciatively. “You’re so hot. Wanna get my mouth on you so bad.”

Ronan’s head is already spinning from the attention to his ass, every nerve alight with desire. He aches with the need to be touched, to feel Adam’s long fingers curl around him, or that tight, wet heat enveloping every single inch of his cock again.

“Do it,” Ronan pants out. He pushes back towards Adam’s finger, body growing hotter from embarrassment and arousal. “God, please, I’m gonna—”

Adam shushes him, so close the words are hot against his hole. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’ll take care of you.”

There is no way Ronan could prepare himself for the sudden sensation of Adam’s tongue gliding from his balls up, mouth settling on the rim to lick with lazy intention. All cognizant thought abruptly disappears. It’s just Ronan, ass up with his knees pressed into a cheap mattress, the fingers digging into his cheek, and Adam’s tongue steadily lapping at a very, very neglected part of him.

It’s not as if Ronan hasn’t fingered himself on occasion, because he has; he’s not that much of a fucking prude. But someone else is different, there’s no controlling it, no way of predicting what Adam will do next.

A finger joins the tongue, rubbing his slick hole, sinking in just enough for Ronan to whine with surprise. “Oh my God,” he moans, arcing back into the touch. Adam must take this as permission, pressing in a little further and wiggling against Ronan’s tense muscles. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Adam licks at him eagerly, keeping Ronan wet as his finger slides in and out timidly, then more vigorously once the tension begins to give. He’s getting used to the feeling of one digit working him open when Adam presses a second in, going back to fucking him slow and sweet and attentive so Ronan can adjust to the mild discomfort.

Ronan buries his face in the sheets, his muffled whine still loud in the quiet room, the sound of it mixing with the ones Adam makes while eating him out. It’s too much, it’s not enough. His whole body is becoming unbearably warm, he can feel his pulse pounding in his cock, the pressure growing and leaking out of Ronan as he tries to holds it all in. He could come like this, from just the fingers and tongue alone, but he doesn’t want to.

“Fuck, Parrish.” Ronan keeps pushing into the rhythm of Adam’s fingers despite feeling near bursting, his body acting on instinct rather than self-preservation. “Don’t know how much more I can take —”

His tongue disappears, but the fingers keeping sinking and twisting mercilessly into Ronan. “I told you,” Adam says, voice low and ragged. “I’ll take care of you. I won’t go too far.”

Or so Adam claims, but he’s back to licking Ronan’s hole in earnest. He keeps going, peeling Ronan apart from the inside out, the combination of his tongue and fingers bringing Ronan to the precipice of release but no further. Ronan’s trembling, panting for air, the sheets stained darker from drool where the side of his face rests. There’s no way of telling what’s real or not anymore, it’s all fingers and tongue and Adam, Adam, Adam. The fingers stop to hold open Ronan enough for an adventurous tongue to delve in, wiggling and licking inside.

Adam doesn’t stop when Ronan keens, doesn’t stop when he says too much, doesn’t stop even when he’s practically sobbing into the sheets because it’s like he’s been on the very edge for far, far too long.

Hot tears prick at his eyes, glide down his face as Adam pushes a third finger in. It’s too fucking good, being stretched like this, simultaneously the best and worst thing Ronan has ever felt.

“You’re doing so good,” Adam murmurs when it’s just his fingers. “What do you want, Ronan?”

“You,” Ronan whimpers, letting the need out when he couldn’t before. “Wanna know what you feel like inside, wanna come while you’re fucking me.”

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