[Smiling a bit deviously, Noah repeats the motion, bending to drape over Ronan's chest. He's too small to reach his mouth from here, with his thighs clamped around his hips and his back arched inward, but he latches his lips firmly onto Ronan's collar instead. One hot, gasping kiss turns into another, and a third, trailing down Ronan's chest. His breath starts to match the roll of his hips, both growing harder.
Just dump out the box, he thinks at Ronan, sans prelude or context. His teeth graze the outline of a rib; he reaches down to palm at Ronan, and then at himself. Should be in there somewhere.
And it will be, a small, clear tube piled between chargers and headphones and candy bars and a small stuffed dog. ]
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Just dump out the box, he thinks at Ronan, sans prelude or context. His teeth graze the outline of a rib; he reaches down to palm at Ronan, and then at himself. Should be in there somewhere.
And it will be, a small, clear tube piled between chargers and headphones and candy bars and a small stuffed dog. ]