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jfc noah

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sorry
i won't talk about it anymore
it's just, you guys are all really loud about what you want

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we're young and virile

but adam doesn't even like me as a person

have fun with him if you want though i guess

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that's really not true at all

about him not liking you
not the young and virile thing

it's okay though i'll drop it
and i'm not planning to go fool around with anyone
i'm perfectly happy just fooling around with you

[nightmarist]

it's fine

you said he was into you

[admemoriam]

it's not about me
just

i love you no matter who else you love
that's what i wanted you to know
that all

[nightmarist]

ok

[admemoriam]

ok



also i bought glittery booze
i was texting to tell you about that too

[nightmarist]

like actual glitter?

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i mean it's like
edible
drinkable?

[Attached is a selfie - Noah in boxers and a blanket, making a peace sign with one hand while the other holds a bottle of glittery, unicorn-themed gin.]

[nightmarist]

[That is a weirdly attractive selfie.]

is it good

[admemoriam]

[He tries.]

it tastes like dreams

and mangoes

and a little like battery acid

[nightmarist]

gross

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honestly you don't even taste it anymore after like the tenth sip

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you're really selling me on it

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[The response is another selfie, this time of him with his mouth around the neck of the bottle, giving a cheery thumbs up.]

there's no better way to say "sorry i awkwardly suggested polyamory" to your boyfriend

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i'm on my way

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well that was easy
you must be really thirsty

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[No response to that, since a few seconds later, he's creeping into Noah's closet and locking the door behind him.]

Hey.

[He was fully clothed when that text conversation began, but now he's wearing black sweatpants and nothing else. He changed out of his street clothes so fast he's out of breath.]

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[Noah laughs, joyful and exhilarated. He's always been so sure that Ronan would bolt like a deer at such a forward comment, but instead he's right here, six feet of lanky, enthusiastic, barely-clothed boyfriend.]

Hey, yourself.

[Putting down his phone, Noah takes another sip from the bottle before passing it over. He doesn't make any room on the bed, instead just laying back and ignoring the way his cheeks have gone bright pink.]

[nightmarist]

[The time for bolting has long passed. Ronan is shy and he is chaste, but he is not a eunuch, and he's not about to ignore his own boyfriend's siren song. Climbing up onto the bed and settling in beside (and kind of halfway on top of) Noah, he takes the bottle and examines it for a moment in the light.]

This is... really sparkly.

[He takes an experimental sip.]

And awful.

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[Noah prods at Ronan's chest, following the line of his muscles.]

Get on my level, man.

[It's just a tease of a comment - he doesn't care if Ronan drinks any more of it, or even what happens now that he's down here. His receptiveness is comfort and excitement enough.

Sitting up on one elbow, Noah sheds the fluffy blanket, pushing it to the other side of the bed. He's left just in boxers - blue, with little flamingos - and there's a question in his smile when he looks back over.]

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[For once in his life, Ronan doesn't feel like drinking more liquor. He sets the bottle aside, turning his full attention to Noah. He honestly has no idea what's expected of him now that he's here, but either way, he eases in to brush a kiss over Noah's lips first.]

[admemoriam]

[Ever since coming back to life, just over a year ago, two parts of Noah's personality have been at odds with one another. He's meek and gentle, and he's a live wire. He wants to go slowly and softly, and he wants everything all at once. It's never more apparent than when he's with someone like this, disposed to quiet whispers and faint touches, but exploding with energy.

He meets Ronan's kiss with one just as easy, but it only lasts for a moment. He deepens it almost immediately, and tugs Ronan closer, aching for the warm pressure of being beneath him.]

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[Ronan obeys, giant tamed beast that he is, and folds his body over Noah while straddling him about the hips. He bows to Noah's kiss, lips parting to dip his tongue into Noah's mouth for the smallest taste of him. Every move Ronan makes is always absurdly timid, as if wanting his boyfriend too much would be a crime. Or a sin - which, technically, it is.]