Okay. [Noah swallows, blinking up at Ronan with anticipation and awe.] Alright.
[If Noah has any nerves about this whole thing, they're in the tremble of his hands as he reaches back over for the little tube, in the building unsteadiness of his breath as he eases himself back between Ronan's legs, pushing them wider and higher. His expression is wide, hyperfocused - but then he catches Ronan's eye, and smiles, something of gravity in the edges.]
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[If Noah has any nerves about this whole thing, they're in the tremble of his hands as he reaches back over for the little tube, in the building unsteadiness of his breath as he eases himself back between Ronan's legs, pushing them wider and higher. His expression is wide, hyperfocused - but then he catches Ronan's eye, and smiles, something of gravity in the edges.]
You look super hot right now.
[Or, well, something other than gravity.]