[Would it? He doesn't need more convincing than that. Ronan presses a few more slow kisses to Noah's lips before he moves, climbing down Noah's body. He traces a trail with his mouth as he goes, leaving a line of kisses over Noah's collar bone and down his chest.
When Ronan's lips meet sticky moisture, he slips his tongue out for a taste. Salty, but also a bit sweet, and a bit of something else that tingles on his taste buds. It is and isn't what he expected. He drags his tongue over Noah's abdomen, savoring it, and leaves a wet kiss there.]
I love the way you taste.
[He probably doesn't need to say it out loud, but he does anyway, without taking his lips off Noah's skin.]
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When Ronan's lips meet sticky moisture, he slips his tongue out for a taste. Salty, but also a bit sweet, and a bit of something else that tingles on his taste buds. It is and isn't what he expected. He drags his tongue over Noah's abdomen, savoring it, and leaves a wet kiss there.]
I love the way you taste.
[He probably doesn't need to say it out loud, but he does anyway, without taking his lips off Noah's skin.]