[Ronan's breath escapes in a half-spoken string of curses with every inch Noah takes. Noah's body strains around him, squeezing him so hard he can feel Noah's heartbeat, throbbing just slightly faster than his own. Every time Noah moves and sinks him further, the pleasure of it runs through him anew. It can't possibly be getting better and better, but it feels like it is.
And when Noah begs him to move, Ronan exhales with relief and sheds the tension of holding himself back. His hips rock upward with a thrust that - he realizes too late - might be more than Noah intended. The second thrust is still too fast but not as deep, and with the third, Ronan regains some control. He squeezes Noah's hip to keep him steady, fingernails biting into his skin.]
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And when Noah begs him to move, Ronan exhales with relief and sheds the tension of holding himself back. His hips rock upward with a thrust that - he realizes too late - might be more than Noah intended. The second thrust is still too fast but not as deep, and with the third, Ronan regains some control. He squeezes Noah's hip to keep him steady, fingernails biting into his skin.]