[Ronan nods in assent, his forehead nudging Noah's. A flush of nervousness colors him and his heart pounds louder in his ears, but they've been putting this off for a while now, and Ronan doesn't want Noah to think he doesn't want this. He does. He thinks about it all the time. He's let Noah watch the imagined experience in his mind. The only thing left is to do it.
Cupping Noah's face in his hands, Ronan draws him in for a slow, hungry kiss. He pushes his tongue past Noah's lips and silently promises to be good to him, the way Noah's been.]
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Cupping Noah's face in his hands, Ronan draws him in for a slow, hungry kiss. He pushes his tongue past Noah's lips and silently promises to be good to him, the way Noah's been.]