Ronan moans as Gansey moves against him, burying the sound in Gansey's mouth along with his tongue, claiming him in turn. It never takes long to grow hard over Gansey's affection. In fact, Ronan has always felt himself going stiff over Gansey at the most inconvenient moments, sure to be rock-hard anytime Gansey actually lays a hand on him or so much as brushes against him. He used to feel ashamed about it, like an animal out of control. Now, though, he maneuvers precisely so that his thick cock is impossible to ignore. It's not such a terrible thing, after all, to be rendered wild by Gansey's attention.
His hands glide up and around Gansey's body, pressing into his back to force him to lay flush against Ronan's chest. Once the space between them is as tight as it can possibly be with all these layers of clothing, Ronan ruts up, thrusting between his legs. Without speaking it out loud, he wants Gansey to entertain the idea of taking that cock deep, climbing up onto it and riding it. It takes a certain kind of bravery. Maybe too much to ask, which is why Ronan doesn't, and leaves the suggestion to the movement of his hips.
Without even voicing it aloud, it's something Gansey'd been entertaining from the moment Ronan pulled him on top of him. He's rapidly becoming hard himself, the mere thought of Ronan spread out like this, rutting against him, enough to do so. It's not difficult to feel what Gansey has on his mind. It certainly wouldn't have been a difficult conclusion to come to, what Ronan has in mind, by the way he moves.
Of course once the idea is there, Gansey can't shake it. A small part of him is terrified he'll never get another chance to kiss, touch, move against Ronan like this ever again--but it's every time they touch now, and so he never wants to waste a chance.
He props himself back up with his hands on either side of Ronan's head, using one hand to palm the other's cheek. He uses his new leverage to grind back against Ronan watching his face and wanting to see the desire in his features. He lets out a shuddering gasp when Ronan responds, increasing the friction. Their clothing is rapidly becoming inhibitory.
Another moan rolls out of Ronan, louder this time, unrepentant lust written all over his face. He holds Gansey's eyes, admiring his matched expression, marveling - as he always does - at the circumstance. Gansey, wanting him. Gansey, in his bed. Gansey, grinding against him, on fire for him, ready for him.
Mirroring him, Ronan reaches up to palm his cheek, a smile flashing across his lips. It isn't as wicked as it ought to be, colored instead with a softer sentiment. Adoration. Devotion. He loves Gansey so much he can hardly bear it. It feels impossible that they could have ever been apart, and Ronan briefly wonders how he survived their separation, right up until he remembers that technically he didn't. He won't. And it makes complete sense, that he dies without Gansey.
He traces Gansey's mouth with his thumb, then darts up to close the space between them, kissing him again. He keeps pushing until he's sitting up, Gansey straddling his lap. It's easier, this way, to start ripping Gansey's clothes off.
It makes his heart pound and his cheeks flush. There's nothing more beautiful than Ronan Lynch with a genuine smile on his face. He wishes he could give Ronan reasons to smile all the time.
Although right now, he wants that Look back on Ronan's face, the one that says I want you like I've never wanted anyone else before look. The Look that sends a shudder down his back and travels straight to his cock. He grins into the kiss as he's lifted up, sitting in Ronan's lap. He has the same idea as his hands reach under Ronan's shirt, eagerly pulling up on it but not parting from Ronan until the shirt needs to pass over his shoulders.
Once shirts have been discarded, Ronan's hands drop to seize Gansey's waistband. He gives a single yank, tugging his pants down past his hips and freeing his cock. He's right there to catch it as it bounces against his palm, fingers closing around it.
There's that look again, as Ronan meets Gansey's eyes. He loves to witness this moment, when Gansey tips over from seeking to receiving. It makes Ronan feel like he's doing something right. All he ever wants is to do right by Gansey.
Giving Gansey's cock a slow rub, Ronan circles the tip with his thumb and massages his glans. It won't be Gansey inside him, this time, but that's no reason not to work him up anyway.
He hisses out a breath when Ronan takes a hold of him, wrapping his own arms around Ronan's neck--to keep himself upright. His forehead falls against Ronan's and he grinds his hips up into Ronan's hand.
"God, Ronan..." he murmurs helplessly between them. And here it's only Ronan touching him.
This is only the beginning. Ronan draws Gansey into a long kiss, tongue running against tongue as his hand continues its ministrations for a little while longer. Slowly, though, Ronan draws back and lets go to focus on dragging Gansey's pants off completely.
Once he can move freely, Ronan lies back again, but this time he directs Gansey higher, pulling him up to sit on his face. At last, Ronan's hand returns to Gansey's cock to continue stroking, only this time his mouth is also going to work. His tongue slithers up to find Gansey's hole, teasing it and tickling the rim with just the tip.
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His hands glide up and around Gansey's body, pressing into his back to force him to lay flush against Ronan's chest. Once the space between them is as tight as it can possibly be with all these layers of clothing, Ronan ruts up, thrusting between his legs. Without speaking it out loud, he wants Gansey to entertain the idea of taking that cock deep, climbing up onto it and riding it. It takes a certain kind of bravery. Maybe too much to ask, which is why Ronan doesn't, and leaves the suggestion to the movement of his hips.
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Of course once the idea is there, Gansey can't shake it. A small part of him is terrified he'll never get another chance to kiss, touch, move against Ronan like this ever again--but it's every time they touch now, and so he never wants to waste a chance.
He props himself back up with his hands on either side of Ronan's head, using one hand to palm the other's cheek. He uses his new leverage to grind back against Ronan watching his face and wanting to see the desire in his features. He lets out a shuddering gasp when Ronan responds, increasing the friction. Their clothing is rapidly becoming inhibitory.
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Mirroring him, Ronan reaches up to palm his cheek, a smile flashing across his lips. It isn't as wicked as it ought to be, colored instead with a softer sentiment. Adoration. Devotion. He loves Gansey so much he can hardly bear it. It feels impossible that they could have ever been apart, and Ronan briefly wonders how he survived their separation, right up until he remembers that technically he didn't. He won't. And it makes complete sense, that he dies without Gansey.
He traces Gansey's mouth with his thumb, then darts up to close the space between them, kissing him again. He keeps pushing until he's sitting up, Gansey straddling his lap. It's easier, this way, to start ripping Gansey's clothes off.
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It makes his heart pound and his cheeks flush. There's nothing more beautiful than Ronan Lynch with a genuine smile on his face. He wishes he could give Ronan reasons to smile all the time.
Although right now, he wants that Look back on Ronan's face, the one that says I want you like I've never wanted anyone else before look. The Look that sends a shudder down his back and travels straight to his cock. He grins into the kiss as he's lifted up, sitting in Ronan's lap. He has the same idea as his hands reach under Ronan's shirt, eagerly pulling up on it but not parting from Ronan until the shirt needs to pass over his shoulders.
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There's that look again, as Ronan meets Gansey's eyes. He loves to witness this moment, when Gansey tips over from seeking to receiving. It makes Ronan feel like he's doing something right. All he ever wants is to do right by Gansey.
Giving Gansey's cock a slow rub, Ronan circles the tip with his thumb and massages his glans. It won't be Gansey inside him, this time, but that's no reason not to work him up anyway.
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"God, Ronan..." he murmurs helplessly between them. And here it's only Ronan touching him.
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Once he can move freely, Ronan lies back again, but this time he directs Gansey higher, pulling him up to sit on his face. At last, Ronan's hand returns to Gansey's cock to continue stroking, only this time his mouth is also going to work. His tongue slithers up to find Gansey's hole, teasing it and tickling the rim with just the tip.