[If Noah was trying to get Ronan to adorably scrunch up his face, he's succeeded. Ronan throws his arms out to loop them around Noah's waist, tugging him closer.]
[Noah takes that cue to lean forward and kiss him, gentle and sweet, just once.]
You know, [ he starts, leaning forward into Ronan's broad, warm embrace, ] you must be special. Adam didn't boss me around at all when I was sucking his dick.
[A strained whimper escapes Ronan's throat as he buries his face in Noah's shirt for a moment. Oops, that's stained now.]
Probably because you were good at it.
[God, he's picturing it now. Which was Noah's intention, of course. Why do his boyfriends have to be so attractive? Why do they have to be so attractive with each other?]
[He soothes his hand over Ronan's shoulder, down his back. There isn't an end goal here, not really, not this time - he's just spent a day listening to his boyfriend's extremely explicit thoughts, and he wants to have some fun.
Maybe ask if he'll get a turn, or if that's going to be a strictly-Adam thing.]
[Ronan burns with jealousy, which is absurd, considering all that's happened. It's not the angry kind of jealousy, though. He's not actually sure what kind it is. It's the kind that's making him hard? And in turn making him feel both silly and insatiable.]
[Ronan hums in acknowledgement and breaks the kiss just so that he can scoop Noah up by the thighs, getting to his feet and picking Noah up along with him. He wraps Noah's legs around his hips and glances up the stairs.]
Down here? Up there?
[He'd hate to leave Noah wanting, but he also doesn't know where the lube's stashed.]
[Just the question, and the following thought, make him gasp against Ronan's cheek, arms and legs clinging tighter in a fierce koala hold.]
Up.
[He doesn't have any furniture in the loft, from the mattress, but a small box under the window serves as a catch-all for knick-knacks and necessities alike.]
[Up they go, then. Ronan presses his lips to Noah's forehead, smiling a private smile as he carries Noah up the stairs. Maybe it's too much, Adam and now Noah, with hardly any time to process all that's happened. But he doesn't want to hesitate. He wants Noah just as much, and he's convinced (whether it's true or not) that it was only circumstance that landed him in bed with Adam first.]
[He knows he's tiny, and Ronan's big, and if he's honest with himself, for a second he thought that might be why Ronan had sought out Adam for this instead. But he knows that isn't true - he can hear, and feel it. Ronan wants this just as much as he did in his thoughts, all those weeks ago, the night Noah first made his absurd suggestion.]
Or. [He presses his face in closer, lips right at Ronan's ear.] We could do it the other way around.
[Ronan pauses on the last step, hearing those words, and his face flushes scarlet. It's an arrangement he hadn't even considered, for the same reason he hadn't considered it with Adam. It's his understanding that, because of his size, no one would want to do that to him. That he has one place in this. But that's stupid, right? Noah doesn't sound like he's joking. It sounds like this is something he wants.
Turning his head, Ronan nudges Noah's nose with his own.]
[He presses in to kiss Ronan again, letting reassurance slip through into his mind. This isn't a consolation or a punishment. He isn't settling for anything because his boyfriend is unnaturally large. He wants this.
Slightly breathless, already trying to move his restless hips, ] You can do me some other time. And that's a promise.
[Ronan smiles against Noah's lips, and when the kiss breaks, he nods.]
I intend to.
[He plans to enjoy Noah's body in any way and every way. He's just as happy with this proposal as any other. Taking that final step, Ronan gently sets Noah back on his feet. It frees up his arms so that he can strip off his shirt.]
You're gonna be the first, you know.
[He knows that Noah knows. Noah's in his head, after all. But this is a reminder that Noah's going to have to be gentle with him, too.]
[Noah tugs his own off, mussing his hair even further.]
Same here. [Well...] First guy, I mean.
[Then, gentler - I'd never be anything but. Not unless Ronan asked, at least.
Noah takes another step back, onto the expansive mattress, and drops backwards, landing in the middle with a joyful bounce. He tries to give Ronan his best "come hitter" expression, but it turns out just looking unbearably excited.]
[Ronan isn't exactly worried, but there's a nervous flutter in his stomach as he steps closer to the bed. It's less to do with Noah than himself, and the possibility that he'll somehow mess it up. He climbs onto bed, crawling on hands and knees until he's on top of Noah, and then he bows down to kiss Noah again.
He tells himself it's going to be fine, and he mostly believes it. Noah makes everything easy. That's the wonderful thing about him.]
[Yeah, I am pretty easy. Noah smiles into the kiss, parting his lips to nip at one of Ronan's.
He wants to take it as slow as possible, to soothe and ease Ronan into it, but it's difficult to ignore the heat that's been building in his stomach all evening, ever since he first heard those memories through the walls. His knee nudges at Ronan's hip, but its not what he wants right now.]
Roll over.
[It isn't an order, not like it would have been coming from Adam. It's a smiling suggestion, mumbled against his mouth like the worlds's best secret.]
[Ronan breathes a soft laugh and gives Noah another kiss before obeying him. Or rather, taking his suggestion. He flops over and onto his back, heart thudding in his chest and butterflies still tickling his stomach. Though Noah hasn't asked him to, he reaches down to begin unfastening his attractively-shredded jeans. They're getting too tight.]
[Grinning, Noah climbs over to straddle Ronan's thighs, in order to help with the removal of said attractive pants. It's always a toss-up, unzipping these - a suspenseful game of will-he-or-won't he...]
Underwear! [He gasps dramatically, like he's uncovered some villainous plot.] Of all the days, Ronan!
[But he continues, wrestling the jeans down over his hips.]
[Not that he's any less hot out of them, but Noah would miss his ripped pants and black hoodies if he suddenly became a nudist.
Scooting farther down the bed, he tugs Ronan's jeans off the rest of the way, leaving the boxer briefs in place for now - there's something fun about the slow-building frustration of stripping layer by layer, instead of quick gratification.
This plan doesn't apply to him - he shucks his own skinny jeans and boxers off in one go, tossing them into the same denim pile, and looks back at Ronan with something between mischief and devotion, before climbing back up to straddle his hips.
It's a different beast, being on top. Ronan is tame under his touch, but the expanse of him is intimidating, laid open and wanting across the white sheets. Noah presses his hands against his chest, slow and warm, small thumbs circling his nipples. There's adoration in his motions, and for a second it seems as though he might say something impossibly heartfelt, or press their minds gently together.
Instead, his smile goes crooked, and he rocks himself firmly back against Ronan's cock.]
[Ronan doesn't take his eyes off Noah for a single moment. The laughter in his eyes shifts gradually into something wilder, roguishness intensifying as Noah strips down. There's an innocence to their love, because Noah is so ironically good at bringing out the younger Ronan, the one that existed before he became acquainted with death. But that, consequentially, also means he's the best at getting Ronan to abandon his inhibitions.
And this is really fucking turning him on.]
Jesus.
[His cock is throbbing. The way Noah's moving on top of him is just asking for it, and Ronan can't help wishing he was inside Noah right now. But they're not doing that today. This is Noah's show to run, and Ronan's at his mercy. His hips jerk up, thrusting near involuntarily, but he settles after that, fighting to control himself.]
[Smiling a bit deviously, Noah repeats the motion, bending to drape over Ronan's chest. He's too small to reach his mouth from here, with his thighs clamped around his hips and his back arched inward, but he latches his lips firmly onto Ronan's collar instead. One hot, gasping kiss turns into another, and a third, trailing down Ronan's chest. His breath starts to match the roll of his hips, both growing harder.
Just dump out the box, he thinks at Ronan, sans prelude or context. His teeth graze the outline of a rib; he reaches down to palm at Ronan, and then at himself. Should be in there somewhere.
And it will be, a small, clear tube piled between chargers and headphones and candy bars and a small stuffed dog. ]
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[Satisfied with the state of his hair, he steps forward, extends the blue finger - and taps the tip of Ronan's nose.]
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Yeah. Looks like I'll have to.
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You know, [ he starts, leaning forward into Ronan's broad, warm embrace, ] you must be special. Adam didn't boss me around at all when I was sucking his dick.
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Probably because you were good at it.
[God, he's picturing it now. Which was Noah's intention, of course. Why do his boyfriends have to be so attractive? Why do they have to be so attractive with each other?]
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Maybe ask if he'll get a turn, or if that's going to be a strictly-Adam thing.]
Maybe. I mean, he said my name a lot.
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[Ronan burns with jealousy, which is absurd, considering all that's happened. It's not the angry kind of jealousy, though. He's not actually sure what kind it is. It's the kind that's making him hard? And in turn making him feel both silly and insatiable.]
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[He leans in to kiss him again, still short and chaste.]
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[A chaste kiss is not enough. Hungry, Ronan catches him and holds the kiss, deepening it and dragging Noah's lower lip between his teeth.]
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Imagine how I feel!]
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Down here? Up there?
[He'd hate to leave Noah wanting, but he also doesn't know where the lube's stashed.]
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Up.
[He doesn't have any furniture in the loft, from the mattress, but a small box under the window serves as a catch-all for knick-knacks and necessities alike.]
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I should warn you... It wasn't easy for Adam.
[In case it's Noah who wants to change his mind.]
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[He knows he's tiny, and Ronan's big, and if he's honest with himself, for a second he thought that might be why Ronan had sought out Adam for this instead. But he knows that isn't true - he can hear, and feel it. Ronan wants this just as much as he did in his thoughts, all those weeks ago, the night Noah first made his absurd suggestion.]
Or. [He presses his face in closer, lips right at Ronan's ear.] We could do it the other way around.
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Turning his head, Ronan nudges Noah's nose with his own.]
I'd like that.
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[He presses in to kiss Ronan again, letting reassurance slip through into his mind. This isn't a consolation or a punishment. He isn't settling for anything because his boyfriend is unnaturally large. He wants this.
Slightly breathless, already trying to move his restless hips, ] You can do me some other time. And that's a promise.
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I intend to.
[He plans to enjoy Noah's body in any way and every way. He's just as happy with this proposal as any other. Taking that final step, Ronan gently sets Noah back on his feet. It frees up his arms so that he can strip off his shirt.]
You're gonna be the first, you know.
[He knows that Noah knows. Noah's in his head, after all. But this is a reminder that Noah's going to have to be gentle with him, too.]
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Same here. [Well...] First guy, I mean.
[Then, gentler - I'd never be anything but. Not unless Ronan asked, at least.
Noah takes another step back, onto the expansive mattress, and drops backwards, landing in the middle with a joyful bounce. He tries to give Ronan his best "come hitter" expression, but it turns out just looking unbearably excited.]
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He tells himself it's going to be fine, and he mostly believes it. Noah makes everything easy. That's the wonderful thing about him.]
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He wants to take it as slow as possible, to soothe and ease Ronan into it, but it's difficult to ignore the heat that's been building in his stomach all evening, ever since he first heard those memories through the walls. His knee nudges at Ronan's hip, but its not what he wants right now.]
Roll over.
[It isn't an order, not like it would have been coming from Adam. It's a smiling suggestion, mumbled against his mouth like the worlds's best secret.]
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Underwear! [He gasps dramatically, like he's uncovered some villainous plot.] Of all the days, Ronan!
[But he continues, wrestling the jeans down over his hips.]
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Why do I bother wearing clothes at all?
[He wriggles a bit to help Noah along, then realizes it's probably easier for the both of them if Noah does the rest.]
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[Not that he's any less hot out of them, but Noah would miss his ripped pants and black hoodies if he suddenly became a nudist.
Scooting farther down the bed, he tugs Ronan's jeans off the rest of the way, leaving the boxer briefs in place for now - there's something fun about the slow-building frustration of stripping layer by layer, instead of quick gratification.
This plan doesn't apply to him - he shucks his own skinny jeans and boxers off in one go, tossing them into the same denim pile, and looks back at Ronan with something between mischief and devotion, before climbing back up to straddle his hips.
It's a different beast, being on top. Ronan is tame under his touch, but the expanse of him is intimidating, laid open and wanting across the white sheets. Noah presses his hands against his chest, slow and warm, small thumbs circling his nipples. There's adoration in his motions, and for a second it seems as though he might say something impossibly heartfelt, or press their minds gently together.
Instead, his smile goes crooked, and he rocks himself firmly back against Ronan's cock.]
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And this is really fucking turning him on.]
Jesus.
[His cock is throbbing. The way Noah's moving on top of him is just asking for it, and Ronan can't help wishing he was inside Noah right now. But they're not doing that today. This is Noah's show to run, and Ronan's at his mercy. His hips jerk up, thrusting near involuntarily, but he settles after that, fighting to control himself.]
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Just dump out the box, he thinks at Ronan, sans prelude or context. His teeth graze the outline of a rib; he reaches down to palm at Ronan, and then at himself. Should be in there somewhere.
And it will be, a small, clear tube piled between chargers and headphones and candy bars and a small stuffed dog. ]
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