[It's probably too much. That doesn't mean Ronan wants to stop, though. It's fine. They're still half-clothed, and it's really not anything, even though Ronan is gasping against Noah's mouth. One hand slides to Noah's hip, thumb hooking at the waistband of his pajamas but not tugging. The other travels up Noah's spine until it finds his hair, fingers combing through it as Ronan palms the back of his head and holds him gently in the kiss. Some semblance of control.]
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