[Noah folds himself over as much as he can, but his size disadvantage makes it hard to get as close as he wants to. Instead, he leans to press one more kiss to Ronan's chest, his paint-stained hair soft and tickling.
I love you, he whispers one more time, before easing back and reaching down to guide himself in.
It's gentle and slight, just a start; just enough to glance up, trembling with pleasure and adrenaline, to make sure Ronan's okay with it. He kneads at his hips, soothing and slow, and tries not to move.]
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I love you, he whispers one more time, before easing back and reaching down to guide himself in.
It's gentle and slight, just a start; just enough to glance up, trembling with pleasure and adrenaline, to make sure Ronan's okay with it. He kneads at his hips, soothing and slow, and tries not to move.]
Alright?