[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. ]
[Ronan stifles a moan and gropes blindly for the box, his attention split between the task and Noah's movements. All his body wants to do is seize Noah, flip him over, and take him. Instead he behaves, clumsy fingers searching the box, and finally he finds the tube. He fumbles as he holds it up to Noah.]
[Noah takes it, breathing hard, and sets it on the rumpled sheets. He slides off of Ronan's hips, hard and slow against him, back onto his legs, and finally - finally - his hands slide down to the last remaining waistband.
It's the first time they've been completely without barriers, just warm skin and hot breath, and Noah pauses at the realization.]
I love you, [ he whispers, one hand low on Ronan's stomach, reaching blindly for the plastic tube.
I love you, he repeats, hands kneading into Ronan's thighs, pushing them gently apart, easing down between them.
By the time one small, slick finger presses into him, the litany is more of a feeling than a phrase.]
[Ronan's heart races, excited and anxious and needy. His thighs are trembling as Noah slides them apart. He feels smaller than himself, stripped down and vulnerable, though Noah's the one he trusts most in all the world to do this to him. And even though Ronan just did this to Adam, he has no idea what to expect for himself. He'd thought he'd lost his virginity with Adam, but it seems like this is the real moment. He hasn't felt more like a virgin than he does right now.]
I love you...
[He echoes the feeling. And when Noah's finger pushes into him, Ronan sucks in a breath and tenses, his whole body going rigid. It's the strangest sensation, not painful but deeply invasive. Is it really supposed to be like this?]
[His mind tied deeply into Ronan's reactions, Noah catches the whiff of uncertainty, and eases his finger back until just the first knuckle stretches the first ring of muscle there.
[I'm okay, he reassures Noah, swallowing hard. It's a weird feeling, not a bad one. Ronan's fingers curl into the sheets. He knows he's supposed to relax, but it's easier said than done. Just keep going.]
[Noah presses a kiss to his hip, and obeys. His mind latches onto Ronan's, soothing and stroking, and after a few moments he slides back in slowly up to the next knuckle.]
[It's no less strange and invasive, but Ronan's getting used to the feeling of Noah being there. Noah's presence in his mind helps more than anything, warming him with the reminder of their connection. Ronan slowly rocks his hips, drawing Noah's finger deeper, his cock twitching as an unexpected shiver of pleasure runs through him.
[Noah's finger is too small to reach just where it needs to, but he puts in an admirable effort, working slow and easy and deep, making up for range with more hands-on confidence, and his mind tied tightly into Ronan's reactions.
[No rush except Ronan's own eagerness, which is rapidly building. A soft, pleading, urgent sound escapes his throat as he rolls his head back and exhales. It's getting better. He just needs more, more than this.]
I want you.
[He doesn't have to say it out loud, but he does anyway, breathy and impatient.]
[He pulls out with a bit of haste in order to press in with a second finger, easing two knuckles in through tight, warm muscle. His own breath is shallow and quick, hot against Ronan's hip as he tries to keep up the steady, stretching motion.
[Again, the strangeness of that feeling sends a shock through Ronan, and he feels vulnerable in a way that makes his legs tremble. But Noah's being very gentle, and it doesn't hurt. It's the anticipation that's painful. He wants to be with Noah.
Sucking in another breath, Ronan lets go of the sheets and reaches for him. He combs his fingers through Noah's hair and palms his cheek, either reassuring or encouraging.]
Okay. [Noah swallows, blinking up at Ronan with anticipation and awe.] Alright.
[If Noah has any nerves about this whole thing, they're in the tremble of his hands as he reaches back over for the little tube, in the building unsteadiness of his breath as he eases himself back between Ronan's legs, pushing them wider and higher. His expression is wide, hyperfocused - but then he catches Ronan's eye, and smiles, something of gravity in the edges.]
[Ronan's heart thunders in his ears and races in his chest, but it's a thrill like cresting a rollercoaster or hitting 150 miles per hour on a winding road. He doesn't know what to expect. He only knows that he's all in. He wants to be swept up in this and feel nothing else.
Taking in the sight of Noah positioned between his legs, Ronan sucks in a breath and exhales with a shuddering laugh, because he was thinking the same about Noah. He's made of sharp angles and fragile bones, limbs like delicate branches, and he is so perfect in Ronan's eyes. There's nothing to say that his body and his heart aren't already saying, so Ronan simply lets the love radiate from his mind and glides his hands along Noah's ribs, urging him closer.]
[Noah folds himself over as much as he can, but his size disadvantage makes it hard to get as close as he wants to. Instead, he leans to press one more kiss to Ronan's chest, his paint-stained hair soft and tickling.
I love you, he whispers one more time, before easing back and reaching down to guide himself in.
It's gentle and slight, just a start; just enough to glance up, trembling with pleasure and adrenaline, to make sure Ronan's okay with it. He kneads at his hips, soothing and slow, and tries not to move.]
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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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It's the first time they've been completely without barriers, just warm skin and hot breath, and Noah pauses at the realization.]
I love you, [ he whispers, one hand low on Ronan's stomach, reaching blindly for the plastic tube.
I love you, he repeats, hands kneading into Ronan's thighs, pushing them gently apart, easing down between them.
By the time one small, slick finger presses into him, the litany is more of a feeling than a phrase.]
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I love you...
[He echoes the feeling. And when Noah's finger pushes into him, Ronan sucks in a breath and tenses, his whole body going rigid. It's the strangest sensation, not painful but deeply invasive. Is it really supposed to be like this?]
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I'll go as slow as you need, he promises.]
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It's good.]
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No rush. Just breathe.]
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I want you.
[He doesn't have to say it out loud, but he does anyway, breathy and impatient.]
Noah, I want you.
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[He pulls out with a bit of haste in order to press in with a second finger, easing two knuckles in through tight, warm muscle. His own breath is shallow and quick, hot against Ronan's hip as he tries to keep up the steady, stretching motion.
I don't want to hurt you.]
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Sucking in another breath, Ronan lets go of the sheets and reaches for him. He combs his fingers through Noah's hair and palms his cheek, either reassuring or encouraging.]
It's gonna be okay.
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[If Noah has any nerves about this whole thing, they're in the tremble of his hands as he reaches back over for the little tube, in the building unsteadiness of his breath as he eases himself back between Ronan's legs, pushing them wider and higher. His expression is wide, hyperfocused - but then he catches Ronan's eye, and smiles, something of gravity in the edges.]
You look super hot right now.
[Or, well, something other than gravity.]
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Taking in the sight of Noah positioned between his legs, Ronan sucks in a breath and exhales with a shuddering laugh, because he was thinking the same about Noah. He's made of sharp angles and fragile bones, limbs like delicate branches, and he is so perfect in Ronan's eyes. There's nothing to say that his body and his heart aren't already saying, so Ronan simply lets the love radiate from his mind and glides his hands along Noah's ribs, urging him closer.]
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I love you, he whispers one more time, before easing back and reaching down to guide himself in.
It's gentle and slight, just a start; just enough to glance up, trembling with pleasure and adrenaline, to make sure Ronan's okay with it. He kneads at his hips, soothing and slow, and tries not to move.]
Alright?
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