[Okay, ooookay, Ronan sitting back against him is a thing that is happening now, and Noah has to bite one lip to keep himself quiet. He wriggles out of his T-shirt - only getting it stuck briefly around his ears - pulling it up past the marks already blooming.
I'm not fragile, he argues, as his hands come back to rest on bare skin. He spreads his fingers over Ronan's back, tracing the edges of his tattoo, and pulls him down for another kiss. You aren't going to break me like this.]
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I'm not fragile, he argues, as his hands come back to rest on bare skin. He spreads his fingers over Ronan's back, tracing the edges of his tattoo, and pulls him down for another kiss. You aren't going to break me like this.]