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[Ronan withdraws, then, to coat the length of himself with lube. If Noah had whispered, Ronan wouldn't have been able to hear it over the pounding of his heart. As he rolls his hips up and positions himself, he presses a kiss into Noah's hair.]

I love you.

[And then he pushes in, entering Noah with agonizing slowness. Only an inch or so before he pauses, turning the control over to Noah. He can decide for himself how much is enough. Or too much. Ronan's holding his breath for fear of moving abruptly and doing something wrong.]