[Noah hums and whines at the touch, head dizzy with impatience and anticipation and nerves. He arches his back, reaching around blindly to try to return the contact. His hand is small and soft around Ronan, but his grasp is firm, full of building tension and simmering energy.]
Please. [It's hard to tell if he says it with his voice or with his mind - it seems to be both.]
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Please. [It's hard to tell if he says it with his voice or with his mind - it seems to be both.]