Rónán made the mistake of letting a soft moan slip from his lips. He was in for it now. He gripped gently onto Cuán's shirt, his face flushing a dark red.
"Ever since we saved you from your town," he remembered the fires vividly, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Wanting you. What the fuck did you do to me, Ronan?"
"A lot. But I guess I needed a lot to be brave enough to even bring you here." He said before pushing him against the bed, "You've driven me to madness, Ronan."