[It's not okay. Noah has to understand that Ronan loves him and treasures him. It's not enough that the emotion is written on his heart, a truth that Noah can always read. Love is a constant expression.
There's a lot I want to give.
It isn't fast, the way Ronan handles him. Stripping Noah down was his boldest move. Now his hands are slow and careful, sliding up Noah's thighs and his bare hips, running along his sides and back down again.]
Tell me to stop if it's too much.
[But it's only his hands. Only his lips. Ronan kisses a line down the crook of Noah's neck while a hand drifts over Noah's ribs, over his hollow abdomen, down to his erection. He palms it gently, this tantalizing and unfamiliar thing - Ronan rarely touches himself, let alone others - and strokes it as if he's exploring it rather than intentionally pleasuring Noah.]
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There's a lot I want to give.
It isn't fast, the way Ronan handles him. Stripping Noah down was his boldest move. Now his hands are slow and careful, sliding up Noah's thighs and his bare hips, running along his sides and back down again.]
Tell me to stop if it's too much.
[But it's only his hands. Only his lips. Ronan kisses a line down the crook of Noah's neck while a hand drifts over Noah's ribs, over his hollow abdomen, down to his erection. He palms it gently, this tantalizing and unfamiliar thing - Ronan rarely touches himself, let alone others - and strokes it as if he's exploring it rather than intentionally pleasuring Noah.]