[Ronan's stomach does a somersault at the order. He's no good at this. Not really. Not compared to Noah or most other boys his age. He knows what he wants, but doing it is another matter.
Kisses are fine. They're wonderful, actually. Ronan knows, though, that Noah expects more than that by this point. Their intimacy has moved at a snail's pace. Ronan often finds himself too afraid to even put his hands on Noah.
But now, because Noah's asking, he relents and gives in to desire. Ronan's hands slip around to the small of Noah's back, hips rocking in a languid grind as he pulls Noah closer to him. His tongue slides deeper into Noah's mouth, still shy but only because there's a fire inside him that threatens to rage out of control. He has to take care when surrendering to passion.
He's undeniably aroused, however. Noah will feel him there, in the place their bodies collide, throbbing with want.]
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Kisses are fine. They're wonderful, actually. Ronan knows, though, that Noah expects more than that by this point. Their intimacy has moved at a snail's pace. Ronan often finds himself too afraid to even put his hands on Noah.
But now, because Noah's asking, he relents and gives in to desire. Ronan's hands slip around to the small of Noah's back, hips rocking in a languid grind as he pulls Noah closer to him. His tongue slides deeper into Noah's mouth, still shy but only because there's a fire inside him that threatens to rage out of control. He has to take care when surrendering to passion.
He's undeniably aroused, however. Noah will feel him there, in the place their bodies collide, throbbing with want.]