[Noah sighs at the first touch. He hasn't felt warm hands on his skin in so many months, and the urgency shows in his movements, in the way his grip tenses around Ronan's arm, in the quickening of his breath. His answer to the question is clear, as soon as he feels Ronan's mouth on his own - he parts his lips just slightly, just enough to tug Ronan's between them, warm and slow.
This is exactly what he asked him down here for. He's kissing Ronan Lynch. He's kissing Ronan Lynch, and maybe, just maybe he won't lose him again. Maybe he won't be left alone this time.
Yes, it's fine, he presses into Ronan's mind, like the softest stroke of a hand.]
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This is exactly what he asked him down here for. He's kissing Ronan Lynch. He's kissing Ronan Lynch, and maybe, just maybe he won't lose him again. Maybe he won't be left alone this time.
Yes, it's fine, he presses into Ronan's mind, like the softest stroke of a hand.]