[Noah follows close behind, hot and soft and clinging, losing the last sense of boundary beneath himself and Ronan. It's closer than he ever imaged two people could feel, linked inside and out, from their thoughts to their skin. Still, his moans are gentler, not so much torn from his chest as spilled - the brunt of the orgasm rushes instead through their mental connection, a flash of white hot adoration behind their eyes.
When it finally evens out, and Noah can uncurl his toes against Ronan's long legs, he climbs slowly up to bring their faces closer. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sweaty, but he has a soft, lazy smile.]
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When it finally evens out, and Noah can uncurl his toes against Ronan's long legs, he climbs slowly up to bring their faces closer. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sweaty, but he has a soft, lazy smile.]
Hey.