[Spurred by Ronan's eager response, Noah withdraws his hand just enough to shove the sweatpants down, tugging them to rest under the curve of Ronan's ass. His fingers stay there for a moment, pressing into the soft flesh, as he pulls in tighter, one leg curling around Ronan's knee. They're chest-to-chest, so close that the Noah's hand could be wrapping around either of their cocks, so close that the hitch in his breath could belong to either of their voices.
He gives a firm stroke, and tips his head a little to kiss Ronan's throat.]
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He gives a firm stroke, and tips his head a little to kiss Ronan's throat.]