[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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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.]