[Ronan echoes the sound, straining to keep his hips from thrusting upward. He desperately wants to push deeper, but he knows they're not there yet. How much he's allowed to take is still up to Noah.
His body aching to do something more, Ronan explores Noah with his hands. His fingers slip from Noah's hair and trace down his spine until his palm comes to rest flat between Noah's bony shoulder blades. The other hand finds Noah's cock again, determined to pleasure him. Ronan knows this isn't easy, but he can make it feel better. While his own cock pulses, needing more, inside Noah, Ronan's palm glides up and down Noah's length.]
You're doing so good.
[His lips brush Noah's temple. The whisper's probably unnecessary. He's sure Noah can feel it, his gratitude and desire. Ronan wants him so much. He can't believe they've come this far.]
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His body aching to do something more, Ronan explores Noah with his hands. His fingers slip from Noah's hair and trace down his spine until his palm comes to rest flat between Noah's bony shoulder blades. The other hand finds Noah's cock again, determined to pleasure him. Ronan knows this isn't easy, but he can make it feel better. While his own cock pulses, needing more, inside Noah, Ronan's palm glides up and down Noah's length.]
You're doing so good.
[His lips brush Noah's temple. The whisper's probably unnecessary. He's sure Noah can feel it, his gratitude and desire. Ronan wants him so much. He can't believe they've come this far.]