[Noah has never felt more fragile in Ronan's hands. Ronan is suddenly so much more aware of his size, of Noah's bird-boned wrists and the hollow dip of his belly beneath his ribs, of his narrow shoulders and thighs barely thicker than Ronan's forearms. He's so easy to shatter, which means he's not meant for Ronan's touch. Yet Noah wants him anyway.
Ronan moans, his body working hard to hold itself back. His lust wants this to go faster, an urge that grows more powerful with every slow thrust. He buries himself deep in Noah, shivering at the tightness of him and remembering to breathe only as he draws back, before diving in again and losing himself in another wash of pleasure. His hand hasn't forgotten Noah, stroking him like a reassurance. He presses his love and desire into Noah's mind, letting him feel the pleasure he's giving, apologizing for the pain, praying for this to feel like something good.]
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Ronan moans, his body working hard to hold itself back. His lust wants this to go faster, an urge that grows more powerful with every slow thrust. He buries himself deep in Noah, shivering at the tightness of him and remembering to breathe only as he draws back, before diving in again and losing himself in another wash of pleasure. His hand hasn't forgotten Noah, stroking him like a reassurance. He presses his love and desire into Noah's mind, letting him feel the pleasure he's giving, apologizing for the pain, praying for this to feel like something good.]