[Noah's breath is ragged in his throat, panting hoarsely from the second Ronan starts to pull down his boxers. He can feel the lust and need behind Ronan's touch, thoughts and words and images. He sees what Ronan is picturing, and he can feel him hot and hard and so desperately conflicted, and it's all he can do not to reach for the band of those sweatpants.
As soon as the damp cotton slides over his feet, Noah is scrabbling for contact, pulling Ronan down as close to him as possible.]
I love you too. [He mouths it against Ronan's neck, hitching his hips hard and tight, but he's mindful of the complicated emotions behind his boyfriend's endearment.
It's okay, he thinks back. I don't want anything you aren't comfortable giving.]
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As soon as the damp cotton slides over his feet, Noah is scrabbling for contact, pulling Ronan down as close to him as possible.]
I love you too. [He mouths it against Ronan's neck, hitching his hips hard and tight, but he's mindful of the complicated emotions behind his boyfriend's endearment.
It's okay, he thinks back. I don't want anything you aren't comfortable giving.]