[Ronan always tries to avoid fantasizing, even about his own boyfriend. He's too aware that his thoughts can shape reality, and beyond religious concerns, it has always felt wrong to project lust onto another person by imagining their body or what he might like to do to them. But sometimes these thoughts escape anyway, and right now he can't help but imagine making love to Noah. But for a few thin layers of cloth, they could be doing it right now. The full length of him throbs between Noah's legs, neglected as always, nudging against Noah's own erection. They both want so much.
Drawing back just enough to maneuver Noah's legs, Ronan continues tugging at his boxers with a nervous, trembling hand. He knows that Noah has wanted this for a while, but he didn't understand just how much. Maybe it was naive of him to think he was doing enough. What good is a chaste lover?
Gaining momentum, Ronan peels Noah's boxers past his hips. He avoids looking just yet, focused on drawing Noah's legs up, slipping one out and then the other, until he's free of those boxers and totally bare.
Only then does Ronan look at him. He's always found Noah to be delicately beautiful, but there is a new quality to that beauty when Ronan looks at him without any obscuration. No part of him is hidden now, and Ronan's throat emits a weak noise of desire as he settles Noah's thighs back at his hips.]
I love you.
[He says it as if it pains him, because it does. There's so much he wants to do to Noah, and so much he has to deny himself.]
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Drawing back just enough to maneuver Noah's legs, Ronan continues tugging at his boxers with a nervous, trembling hand. He knows that Noah has wanted this for a while, but he didn't understand just how much. Maybe it was naive of him to think he was doing enough. What good is a chaste lover?
Gaining momentum, Ronan peels Noah's boxers past his hips. He avoids looking just yet, focused on drawing Noah's legs up, slipping one out and then the other, until he's free of those boxers and totally bare.
Only then does Ronan look at him. He's always found Noah to be delicately beautiful, but there is a new quality to that beauty when Ronan looks at him without any obscuration. No part of him is hidden now, and Ronan's throat emits a weak noise of desire as he settles Noah's thighs back at his hips.]
I love you.
[He says it as if it pains him, because it does. There's so much he wants to do to Noah, and so much he has to deny himself.]