[ Makes Jesse kind of sick, then, doesn't it? To find a greedy sense of power in Ronan's weakness. Not that Jesse really knows what to do - if Ronan were a girl, Jesse would know all the right things to say, all the sweet, enticing words, use sex as an extension of their drug use. But here he is, rubbing Ronan's cock through his jeans and hearing that tough, angry, dangerous boy whimper helplessly.
Jesse leans over Ronan, forehead dropping to his chest , hand rubbing up and down, kneading and coaxing Ronan's hips to rut up into his hand. The flittering worry that this makes him a faggot - feeling up a guy like this - bounces around inside his amped up head, so he shuts his eyes. Just pretend. Just go with it. And with that thought at the fore of his mind, Jesse turns his face up and his lips meets the scratchy, bristly stubble of Ronan's jaw.
His mouth grazes along it, his own bristles rough and scratchy against Ronan's skin, until his lips are by Ronan's ear. ]
You can touch me if you want to. [ Murmured; a low, coaxing hum against Ronan's ear, while his hand keeps kneading, rubbing, palming Ronan's hardness in gradual increasing confidence. ]
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Jesse leans over Ronan, forehead dropping to his chest , hand rubbing up and down, kneading and coaxing Ronan's hips to rut up into his hand. The flittering worry that this makes him a faggot - feeling up a guy like this - bounces around inside his amped up head, so he shuts his eyes. Just pretend. Just go with it. And with that thought at the fore of his mind, Jesse turns his face up and his lips meets the scratchy, bristly stubble of Ronan's jaw.
His mouth grazes along it, his own bristles rough and scratchy against Ronan's skin, until his lips are by Ronan's ear. ]
You can touch me if you want to. [ Murmured; a low, coaxing hum against Ronan's ear, while his hand keeps kneading, rubbing, palming Ronan's hardness in gradual increasing confidence. ]