[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[As much as he appreciates and respects Ronan's slow gestures, Noah can't ignore the itch of urgency in his stomach. He's fine with this pace for as long as Ronan needs it, but he's also curious as hell.
Show me, he whispers. Show me how much you want me.]
[Ronan's stomach does a somersault at the order. He's no good at this. Not really. Not compared to Noah or most other boys his age. He knows what he wants, but doing it is another matter.
Kisses are fine. They're wonderful, actually. Ronan knows, though, that Noah expects more than that by this point. Their intimacy has moved at a snail's pace. Ronan often finds himself too afraid to even put his hands on Noah.
But now, because Noah's asking, he relents and gives in to desire. Ronan's hands slip around to the small of Noah's back, hips rocking in a languid grind as he pulls Noah closer to him. His tongue slides deeper into Noah's mouth, still shy but only because there's a fire inside him that threatens to rage out of control. He has to take care when surrendering to passion.
He's undeniably aroused, however. Noah will feel him there, in the place their bodies collide, throbbing with want.]
[The contact pulls a gasp from Noah's threat, and he scrabbles for leverage, fingertips pressing lines into Ronan's back. Physically, the sensation is fantastic, but there's even more behind it that leaves him breathless.
No one has ever wanted him this much.
That's good, he thinks back, breathless even in thought. That's so good. He doesn't tell Ronan to keep going, but he ruts his hips upwards once, twice, trying to find an angle.]
[With that movement, Ronan moans softly into Noah's mouth. Noah doesn't have to tell him to keep going because he doesn't think he could possibly stop now. He rocks his hips again, a shiver of pleasure running through his body, and his kiss becomes more urgent. Hungry.
Of course he wants Noah. He has always wanted Noah, before this place, before their first kiss by the lake. Back when Noah was merely his shy roommate with an overly tidy bedroom and a severe lack of appetite, back when Ronan understood nothing about him.
As soon as Ronan comes up for air, he pulls one hand up to caress Noah's cheek, and his gasping mouth presses kisses to the other cheek before he nuzzles it with the tip of his nose.]
[Noah reaches up to cradle Ronan's head, running his thumbs over the short hair behind his ears. It's a gentle touch, warm and adoring in the middle of an intensely heated moment. There's so much love between them, in every shared breath. How did they go so wrong last time? How did they ruin it?]
Wanted you too, [ he breaths out, a reply to Ronan's thoughts. He arches his body a little, trying to keep the rhythm.] Wanted all four of you.
[A pleading and pained whisper. Something aches in his chest and he's not sure if it's because his boyfriend is lusting over others or if it's because he's specifically lusting over Gansey and Adam, both of whom Ronan has never even allowed himself to consider.
Sitting back, Ronan takes Noah by the thighs and draws them up around his hips, pulling Noah onto his lap in one swift movement. He wraps both arms about Noah's waist, squeezing him close, and buries his face in the crook of Noah's neck.]
[The desperate, tight grip pulls an audible shudder from Noah's chest, and he skims one hand down over Ronan's back. Though he settles himself firmly on Ronan's lap, he stills the motion of his hips, trying instead to sooth and calm. His voice drops to a whisper, and his lips brush against Ronan's ear.]
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also i bought glittery booze
i was texting to tell you about that too
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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.]
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is it good
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it tastes like dreams
and mangoes
and a little like battery acid
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there's no better way to say "sorry i awkwardly suggested polyamory" to your boyfriend
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you must be really thirsty
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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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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.]
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This is... really sparkly.
[He takes an experimental sip.]
And awful.
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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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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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Show me, he whispers. Show me how much you want me.]
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Kisses are fine. They're wonderful, actually. Ronan knows, though, that Noah expects more than that by this point. Their intimacy has moved at a snail's pace. Ronan often finds himself too afraid to even put his hands on Noah.
But now, because Noah's asking, he relents and gives in to desire. Ronan's hands slip around to the small of Noah's back, hips rocking in a languid grind as he pulls Noah closer to him. His tongue slides deeper into Noah's mouth, still shy but only because there's a fire inside him that threatens to rage out of control. He has to take care when surrendering to passion.
He's undeniably aroused, however. Noah will feel him there, in the place their bodies collide, throbbing with want.]
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No one has ever wanted him this much.
That's good, he thinks back, breathless even in thought. That's so good. He doesn't tell Ronan to keep going, but he ruts his hips upwards once, twice, trying to find an angle.]
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Of course he wants Noah. He has always wanted Noah, before this place, before their first kiss by the lake. Back when Noah was merely his shy roommate with an overly tidy bedroom and a severe lack of appetite, back when Ronan understood nothing about him.
As soon as Ronan comes up for air, he pulls one hand up to caress Noah's cheek, and his gasping mouth presses kisses to the other cheek before he nuzzles it with the tip of his nose.]
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Wanted you too, [ he breaths out, a reply to Ronan's thoughts. He arches his body a little, trying to keep the rhythm.] Wanted all four of you.
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[A pleading and pained whisper. Something aches in his chest and he's not sure if it's because his boyfriend is lusting over others or if it's because he's specifically lusting over Gansey and Adam, both of whom Ronan has never even allowed himself to consider.
Sitting back, Ronan takes Noah by the thighs and draws them up around his hips, pulling Noah onto his lap in one swift movement. He wraps both arms about Noah's waist, squeezing him close, and buries his face in the crook of Noah's neck.]
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