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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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.