[Noah squeezes his legs tighter around Ronan's hips, somehow triyng to pull him closer, needing him everywhere. He grips and kneads, pressing little fingernail half-moons into Ronan's neck, shoulders, back.
don't stop don't stop please please don't stop please god
It's a purely psychic litany - his mouth is occupied with an escalating chorus of groans and curses. One thing Noah cannot do is keep quiet during sex, it seems.
Yet, for all of his noise, all of his energy and dramatics during the act itself, Noah comes with a gentle shudder and a soft, easy sigh. The world goes quiet, peaceful, early-morning-bright, and he clings to Ronan like he's everything he's ever needed.]
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don't stop don't stop please please don't stop please god
It's a purely psychic litany - his mouth is occupied with an escalating chorus of groans and curses. One thing Noah cannot do is keep quiet during sex, it seems.
Yet, for all of his noise, all of his energy and dramatics during the act itself, Noah comes with a gentle shudder and a soft, easy sigh. The world goes quiet, peaceful, early-morning-bright, and he clings to Ronan like he's everything he's ever needed.]