Okay, [Noah manages, but it comes out as more of an emotion than a word. The first touch sends a shudder down his spine, through his hips, and he chases it upwards, pressing into Ronan's hand.
It's been almost a decade since he was touched like this by anyone's hand but his own, and it's even better than he had remembered. Last time, it wasn't Ronan's hand gripping him softly, or his fingers getting to know the lay of his skin. Last time, he couldn't reach out with his mind like this, seeking intimacy in more ways than one.
Show me, he thinks back, his thoughts sounding just as strained. Show me what you'd give me if you could. He presses his mind forward, just the same as his hips, both seeking out touch.]
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It's been almost a decade since he was touched like this by anyone's hand but his own, and it's even better than he had remembered. Last time, it wasn't Ronan's hand gripping him softly, or his fingers getting to know the lay of his skin. Last time, he couldn't reach out with his mind like this, seeking intimacy in more ways than one.
Show me, he thinks back, his thoughts sounding just as strained. Show me what you'd give me if you could. He presses his mind forward, just the same as his hips, both seeking out touch.]