[He doesn't mind the touch- he likes it too much, actually, and it pushes his focus and concern away, pinpointing every sensation of feeling into the touch of Adam's fingers. He wants it to keep going, though- he just admitted that he's had dreams about it, so he hopes that it would be clear- but he can understand if Adam wants to back off.
Adam has a gunshot wound, after all. They probably shouldn't get into anything too physical, no matter how the touch to his back makes him want to respond. Ronan's eyes are lowered toward the bedsheets for a few moments before he turns on his side, displacing Adam's hand and tucking an arm under his head so he can tilt upward more easily, look toward Adam with a darkly pleased expression.]
You think I wouldn't?
[There's another breath of a pause, before Ronan shoves himself back up to a sitting position, still resting mostly on his side with his legs outstretched and his arms in front of him, braced with his palm against the sheets. It's a position that lets him lean in a little closer, his chin brushing against Adam's shoulder.]
I can tell you about it.
[Cheeky, maybe teasing him a little. Despite the fact that they probably shouldn't, it's damn near impossible to resist messing with him, now that they can. Adam is still injured, Ronan still has a cast. Nothing will happen, but- there's still a little thrill to be had in making him flush, isn't there?]
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Adam has a gunshot wound, after all. They probably shouldn't get into anything too physical, no matter how the touch to his back makes him want to respond. Ronan's eyes are lowered toward the bedsheets for a few moments before he turns on his side, displacing Adam's hand and tucking an arm under his head so he can tilt upward more easily, look toward Adam with a darkly pleased expression.]
You think I wouldn't?
[There's another breath of a pause, before Ronan shoves himself back up to a sitting position, still resting mostly on his side with his legs outstretched and his arms in front of him, braced with his palm against the sheets. It's a position that lets him lean in a little closer, his chin brushing against Adam's shoulder.]
I can tell you about it.
[Cheeky, maybe teasing him a little. Despite the fact that they probably shouldn't, it's damn near impossible to resist messing with him, now that they can. Adam is still injured, Ronan still has a cast. Nothing will happen, but- there's still a little thrill to be had in making him flush, isn't there?]