Somewhat Clear

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somewhatclear

Rating: NSFW
Fandom: raven cycle/dreamers trilogy
Relationship: adam/ronan + the rest of the polycule
Tags: drinking and talking, talking about kinks (mentioned fisting, watersports, breathplay)
Wordcount: 569 / 549 on AO3
Notes: written for smubbles - international fisting day

Summary:
Playing truth or dare with the kids. The conversation turns kinky. Henry bites off more than he can chew. Gansey learns new things. Ronan has an overactive imagination.

Excerpt:

Henry harrumphed. “Spoilsport. Okay fine, your funeral, I can still salvage this.” He pointed a finger at Adam like a gun. “Top three kinky nonsense you got up to with Ronan in bed, go.” Adam raised an eyebrow at him.

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“Okay, my turn,” Henry said, turning to Adam to smile at him with too many teeth. “Truth of dare?”

Adam smirked, took a sip of his drink. “Truth.”

“Aw, come on.” Henry whined, flopping back in his seat.

Adam shook his head. “I’m not kissing you in front of Ronan.”

“I can leave, if you prefer,” Ronan’s voice piped up from where he was sitting on the floor. He was busy playing some little silly game with Chainsaw that involved cheese crackers and Blue and Gansey, but he apparently always had an ear out for mischief.

Adam poked him with his toe. “Shut up, Ronan.”

Henry harrumphed. “Spoilsport. Okay fine, your funeral, I can still salvage this.” He pointed a finger at Adam like a gun. “Top three kinky nonsense you got up to with Ronan in bed, go.”

Adam raised an eyebrow at him.

Henry smirked. “Don’t deny it, I have trustworthy sources, I know for certain you guys have been up to stuff.”

“It’s technically against the rules to argue,” Blue pointed out, and grinned at Adam.

Noah was giggling, too. He started to have an inkling on who the sources were. “Fine.” He tapped Ronan’s shoulder to get his attention. “Ronan?”

“What? Oh, yeah, tell them, I don’t care.”

Adam cared, a little. But it didn’t really matter, in the great scheme of things. This was fun. He could be fun.

He looked at the ceiling, pretended to think about it. He and Ronan had been doing quite a bit of experimenting, in the past few months, but some things were bright beacons in his mind.

“Asphyxiation, fisting and watersports,” he finally said, as casually as he could.

The reaction was instantaneous— and accidentally explosive. Adam hadn’t meant to time his answer with the last sip of Henry’s drink, but as Henry coughed and wheezed, he felt perversely glad he did. Blue and Noah erupted in snickers like a pair of particularly malicious hyenas.

“You dirty perverts!” Henry gasped, mock-outraged. Then he cringed. “Okay, I must admit I was expecting the choking, Lynch unfortunately looks like he would be into it,” he admitted, nodding at Ronan.

Ronan raised his drink, completely nonplussed.

“But— watersports? Fisting?”

“What’s watersports?” Ronan asked. Noah leaned down and whispered something in his ear. Ronan’s confused frown cleared, and then it came back, in a different flavor. “Oh.” He rolled his eyes. “Just say piss, Jesus Christ.”

“Good God,” Adam heard Gansey mutter. “Well, since we’re being educational— What’s fisting?”

“You know what fisting is,” Blue said. She held up two fingers in mid-air. “What’s this?”

Gansey mimicked her, possibly a little drunker than Adam thought. “Fingering,” Gansey replied, obediently.

Blue closed her hand in a fist. Gansey closed his hand in a fist. “Oh!”

It was Ronan’s turn to spit his drink. Adam patted his back, shaking his head. “Your over-active imagination will be the death of you.”

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t doing anything,” Ronan protested, but his ears were quite a bit pinker than before.

Adam smiled. He was very aware of Ronan’s thoughts about Gansey. “Yes, you were. You’re very predictable.”

“Whatever,” Ronan muttered, pushing his back against Adam’s knees. Adam rubs a thumb down his neck, along the knobby bits of his spine, just to feel him shiver.