[The hand around his cock steps up the game, and Noah's hands scrabble for purchase behind Ronan's shoulders. His hips give a little buck, and he pulls Ronan in another fraction of an inch.]
So are you. [It comes out on a little laugh of a breath, and he means it. It may not have reached the point of pure pleasure for him yet, but Ronan is an incredibly gentle and patient partner.
Following the stroke of Ronan's hand, Noah tries again to relax his muscles. He feels for a rhythm, presses into Ronan's mind to look for what he needs, and when he's satisfied that his body is ready, he rocks his hips up and then back down, taking in as much as he can, once and then twice.
It's on the second stroke that something seems to spark, vague and slight. It's buried under the aching, stretching pressure, but it tugs another moan out of his throat, higher and needier than the last. His muscles tighten again, and his teeth find Ronan's shoulder.
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So are you. [It comes out on a little laugh of a breath, and he means it. It may not have reached the point of pure pleasure for him yet, but Ronan is an incredibly gentle and patient partner.
Following the stroke of Ronan's hand, Noah tries again to relax his muscles. He feels for a rhythm, presses into Ronan's mind to look for what he needs, and when he's satisfied that his body is ready, he rocks his hips up and then back down, taking in as much as he can, once and then twice.
It's on the second stroke that something seems to spark, vague and slight. It's buried under the aching, stretching pressure, but it tugs another moan out of his throat, higher and needier than the last. His muscles tighten again, and his teeth find Ronan's shoulder.
Move a little. You can move a little. Please.]