[No rush except Ronan's own eagerness, which is rapidly building. A soft, pleading, urgent sound escapes his throat as he rolls his head back and exhales. It's getting better. He just needs more, more than this.]
I want you.
[He doesn't have to say it out loud, but he does anyway, breathy and impatient.]
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I want you.
[He doesn't have to say it out loud, but he does anyway, breathy and impatient.]
Noah, I want you.