[He can't help feeling that way, though. A living Noah means a Noah who can be hurt, and what is Ronan if not an instrument for hurting? When he isn't careful, naturally, he breaks things.
It's okay, though. He's assured. Ronan bends to Noah's urging, meeting Noah's lips and kissing him fervently - if not with total abandon. They've been apart for too long, even while they were technically near each other. He's missed the sugar-booze taste of Noah, the warmth of him, and the awkward angles of their limbs as their bodies tangle in a pillowy, too-cozy space.
Purring, he loves Noah's fingers drawing over the lines of his tattoo. The kiss breaks again and Ronan's hands slip under Noah, palms sliding along the curve of his spine and holding them close to each other.]
I'd rather worry about it than not have to.
[If Noah's heart wasn't beating, there'd be no concern. But then Noah's heart wouldn't be beating.]
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It's okay, though. He's assured. Ronan bends to Noah's urging, meeting Noah's lips and kissing him fervently - if not with total abandon. They've been apart for too long, even while they were technically near each other. He's missed the sugar-booze taste of Noah, the warmth of him, and the awkward angles of their limbs as their bodies tangle in a pillowy, too-cozy space.
Purring, he loves Noah's fingers drawing over the lines of his tattoo. The kiss breaks again and Ronan's hands slip under Noah, palms sliding along the curve of his spine and holding them close to each other.]
I'd rather worry about it than not have to.
[If Noah's heart wasn't beating, there'd be no concern. But then Noah's heart wouldn't be beating.]