[Ronan shuts his eyes as if he's steeling himself, trying to find some part of him that doesn't care. But it's impossible. He's loved Noah for as long as he's been aware of Noah, and he can't pinpoint the moment they met, so that love feels eternal. It has been a constant truth. And now that feeling is connected to the warm lips brushing against his skin.
It all feels so fragile, so tentative. If anyone could break this spell, it's Ronan.
He drops the joint in the grass, both hands reaching for Noah. His palms brush Noah's cheeks, slipping down the curve of his neck and over his shoulders. He feels so small, but he is so there. Ronan turns his head, seeking out Noah's lips for a kiss that's more like a question. Is it okay if he does this? Are they really going to be okay?]
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It all feels so fragile, so tentative. If anyone could break this spell, it's Ronan.
He drops the joint in the grass, both hands reaching for Noah. His palms brush Noah's cheeks, slipping down the curve of his neck and over his shoulders. He feels so small, but he is so there. Ronan turns his head, seeking out Noah's lips for a kiss that's more like a question. Is it okay if he does this? Are they really going to be okay?]