[Ronan doesn't mind it, of course, when Noah gets overeager with him. He might be having trouble keeping up, because despite his sexy bad boy image, he's got significantly less experience than Noah when it comes to intimacy. But he doesn't mind it. When Noah catches his lip between his teeth, Ronan only purrs in surprised pleasure.
He understands, though, why Noah stops. Or he thinks he does. This is all a lot to deal with. Ronan touches his cheeks, caressing them slowly, feeling the heat there. He's flushed, too, and dizzy from the weed. It's hard to follow the moment-to-moment. Everything feels a little bit like it's all blending together. Including him and Noah.]
What are we doing?
[He doesn't mean this as a complaint. It's not like he's instantly regretting it. It just feels like it should mean something, but he's afraid the meaning's flown right over his head. Did Noah call him out here just for this? How long has he been wanting it?]
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He understands, though, why Noah stops. Or he thinks he does. This is all a lot to deal with. Ronan touches his cheeks, caressing them slowly, feeling the heat there. He's flushed, too, and dizzy from the weed. It's hard to follow the moment-to-moment. Everything feels a little bit like it's all blending together. Including him and Noah.]
What are we doing?
[He doesn't mean this as a complaint. It's not like he's instantly regretting it. It just feels like it should mean something, but he's afraid the meaning's flown right over his head. Did Noah call him out here just for this? How long has he been wanting it?]