[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.]
[More than alright. Ronan inhales sharply, then breathes a small laugh, because he doesn't know what he expected, but the reality is that butterflies have taken flight in his stomach and he's instantly rendered weak. He can feel Noah there, pushing into him, and Ronan's palms find Noah's hip bones and massage their reassurance.]
It's perfect.
[How could it not be, when it's Noah? Warm and hard and sweet, equal measures of desire and attentiveness. Easing closer, Ronan takes just a little bit more of Noah into him, and his heart skips a beat. More acutely than ever, Ronan's aware of the miracle that made this possible - that they can even touch, let alone make love.]
[Swallowing down any insufficient, breathless words, Noah obeys. He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand on the sheets, one still gripping low on Ronan's waist. Then, breathing in, he eases in farther.]
Just... keep me updated. [He smiles, his voice trembling in a breathy laugh. Just in the past few moments, the room's temperature seems to have doubled.] Tell me if I screw anything up.
[Ronan has to keep reminding himself to relax, though it's an easier feat with Noah than it would be with anyone else. He exhales another nervous laugh, but the giddiness comes from pure joy more than any other feeling.
And once he's eased up a bit, he becomes aware of a deeper pleasure. It's not just that Noah's inside him, but the way their bodies are moving together. Ronan shifts again, carefully rocking up against Noah, hand still gripping his hip.]
[Noah lets go of his waist, pressing both his palms into the mattress for stability. Closing his eyes, he starts into a slow, tentative rhythm. He's so focused on the task, on making it good, that he nearly forgets to breathe; when he finally does, it's with a stuttered groan, full of relief and desire. His head bows, and his hair tickles Ronan's chest.
It's more physically demanding than he was anticipating, but he supposes it only makes sense - love is a huge, complicated, beautiful thing, so making it can't be easy.]
[Ronan moves, one hand reaching to push through Noah's hair while the other caresses the back of his neck and slides between his shoulder blades. He has often felt entangled with Noah, but the sensation has always been an ethereal, spiritual one. Now they're both bodies, connected, hot and vulnerable and raw. Every inch of Ronan's skin feels more sensitive, as if he's feeling more now than he did ten minutes ago.
More aware of everything but especially of Noah, Ronan can feel his excitement and his effort, and his body responds in turn. Keeping Noah close against him, Ronan moves to match his rhythm, gasping and trembling as he rocks his hips up again and again. He can feel the pressure of his arousal building, but it's different now, being encouraged from the inside. The pleasure spreads in waves down his thighs and in his stomach and through his arms, buzzing in his head.]
[Noah gasps into his chest, breathing out with a light groan. He mirrors his own building, aching sensations into Ronan's thoughts, letting him feel both sides of the act, linking them together in a feedback loop. His angle tips forward, trying to bring their bodies even closer together, to catch Ronan's length between their sweat-slick stomachs.
Love you so much. The thought pushes out like a hot breath, a desperate promise. His body feels heavy and dimmed at the edges with exertion, but he's sure that he's never been so real.]
Edited (thank god I'm vain and go back to reread my own tags TWICE) 2017-07-18 20:19 (UTC)
[It's a thought and a breath and a whisper, caught up in the blissful confusion of the act. He is Noah, or is in him, or Noah's in him, or it's the same thing, until the oscillation of their bodies becomes a single beating heart. He squeezes and pushes and writhes with Noah, as Noah, until something sparks and erupts between them.
Ronan locks up, trapping Noah as he comes, hands splayed against his back to keep him close. The heat of his seed spills across his chest and his moans stutter with the shock of his climax, his whole body shuddering.]
[Noah follows close behind, hot and soft and clinging, losing the last sense of boundary beneath himself and Ronan. It's closer than he ever imaged two people could feel, linked inside and out, from their thoughts to their skin. Still, his moans are gentler, not so much torn from his chest as spilled - the brunt of the orgasm rushes instead through their mental connection, a flash of white hot adoration behind their eyes.
When it finally evens out, and Noah can uncurl his toes against Ronan's long legs, he climbs slowly up to bring their faces closer. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sweaty, but he has a soft, lazy smile.]
[Ronan twists himself up in Noah, legs hugging much smaller legs and arms catching him around the middle. He presses a kiss into Noah's hair and another to his lips, doting and adoring.]
Hey.
[Elation is a largely unfamiliar feeling to Ronan, and right now he's soaring thanks to Noah, light ignited inside him and warming what's usually dark and cold. He's shaking in a way that feels like silent laughter. Everything feels so goddamn right.]
[Noah smiles into the kiss, then slides his head over to rest cheek-to-cheek. He could happily lay like this for days, for weeks, for an eternity, basking in the sticky-sweet afterglow, listening to each other's heartbeats. He brings one hand up to slide into Ronan's hair.]
Sweaty, [ he comments, but his thoughts are less teasing.
So it was good? There's only the slightest touch of uncertainty.]
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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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It's perfect.
[How could it not be, when it's Noah? Warm and hard and sweet, equal measures of desire and attentiveness. Easing closer, Ronan takes just a little bit more of Noah into him, and his heart skips a beat. More acutely than ever, Ronan's aware of the miracle that made this possible - that they can even touch, let alone make love.]
I feel you, I feel you... Give me more.
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Just... keep me updated. [He smiles, his voice trembling in a breathy laugh. Just in the past few moments, the room's temperature seems to have doubled.] Tell me if I screw anything up.
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[Ronan has to keep reminding himself to relax, though it's an easier feat with Noah than it would be with anyone else. He exhales another nervous laugh, but the giddiness comes from pure joy more than any other feeling.
And once he's eased up a bit, he becomes aware of a deeper pleasure. It's not just that Noah's inside him, but the way their bodies are moving together. Ronan shifts again, carefully rocking up against Noah, hand still gripping his hip.]
Don't stop. It feels really good.
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It's more physically demanding than he was anticipating, but he supposes it only makes sense - love is a huge, complicated, beautiful thing, so making it can't be easy.]
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More aware of everything but especially of Noah, Ronan can feel his excitement and his effort, and his body responds in turn. Keeping Noah close against him, Ronan moves to match his rhythm, gasping and trembling as he rocks his hips up again and again. He can feel the pressure of his arousal building, but it's different now, being encouraged from the inside. The pleasure spreads in waves down his thighs and in his stomach and through his arms, buzzing in his head.]
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Love you so much. The thought pushes out like a hot breath, a desperate promise. His body feels heavy and dimmed at the edges with exertion, but he's sure that he's never been so real.]
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[It's a thought and a breath and a whisper, caught up in the blissful confusion of the act. He is Noah, or is in him, or Noah's in him, or it's the same thing, until the oscillation of their bodies becomes a single beating heart. He squeezes and pushes and writhes with Noah, as Noah, until something sparks and erupts between them.
Ronan locks up, trapping Noah as he comes, hands splayed against his back to keep him close. The heat of his seed spills across his chest and his moans stutter with the shock of his climax, his whole body shuddering.]
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When it finally evens out, and Noah can uncurl his toes against Ronan's long legs, he climbs slowly up to bring their faces closer. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sweaty, but he has a soft, lazy smile.]
Hey.
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Hey.
[Elation is a largely unfamiliar feeling to Ronan, and right now he's soaring thanks to Noah, light ignited inside him and warming what's usually dark and cold. He's shaking in a way that feels like silent laughter. Everything feels so goddamn right.]
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Sweaty, [ he comments, but his thoughts are less teasing.
So it was good? There's only the slightest touch of uncertainty.]