[You already have it, Noah answers. Ronan doesn't have to demand anything. It's been his for as long as they've known each other. All of it.
Quiet as a breath, he slips his hand past Ronan's waistband, and grips him skin-to-skin for the first time. His movements carry no urgent lust, not the way his eyes do. Instead, the gesture is slow and soft. He tucks his head closer against Ronan's neck, under his chin, like they're in a particularly intimate dance.]
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Quiet as a breath, he slips his hand past Ronan's waistband, and grips him skin-to-skin for the first time. His movements carry no urgent lust, not the way his eyes do. Instead, the gesture is slow and soft. He tucks his head closer against Ronan's neck, under his chin, like they're in a particularly intimate dance.]