[Ronan would honestly have been content to simply lie there, too. But now something else is happening, and Noah's leg is wrapped around him, and Ronan makes a small noise in his throat. The temperature of the room feels like it's risen at least ten degrees in thirty seconds.]
...That works, too.
[He'll shut up now, scattering a line of kisses along Noah's jaw in a journey back to his lips.]
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...That works, too.
[He'll shut up now, scattering a line of kisses along Noah's jaw in a journey back to his lips.]