[Noah matches the movement, grinding down and forward, wishing just that gesture could push the anxieties from Ronan's mind. His hand pulls back around, sliding low and warm on Ronan's stomach.]

You're no one's second choice, [ he says, his voice low and steady, ] and you're amazing at this, for the record. There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now.

[No one, either, he adds, playfully canting his hips forward again.]