[ God, that mouth might be entirely inexperienced, uncertain, but between his hands growing more confident and his tongue eager to explore, Jesse is going to come undone fast. A sharp hiss of surprise interrupts his heavy breathing, and his body jerks under the scratch of Ronan's teeth across his hyper-sensitive skin. It's dangerously close to painful. But then the soft, eager warmth of Ronan's mouth returns and, god, the dichotomy of contrasting sensations makes Jesse's buzzing nerve-endings seem to buzz even brighter.
His fingers fumble Ronan's zipper down, then push into the plackets of his jeans. The hot, dry hardness of Ronan's bare cock is another shock altogether. Never in his lifetime did Jesse ever think he'd be touching another guy like this. Back at home, the thought would have repulsed him, would have made him flare up in homophobic defensiveness. That was back home, though, where his options in partners were limitless. Here, crash-landed on a fucking alien planet, beggars can't be choosers.
He suddenly very, very badly wants another bump of coke. Pulling his hand back out of Ronan's jeans, that same hand nudges Ronan's mouth away from his cock, and that same hand is pushing Ronan away from him. He's then hurriedly prepping himself a bump on the palm of his hand, which he snorts up hard and fast and desperately. The rush is instant, sending him soaring, his heart racing, his blood pumping, his cock aching. The baggy is quickly sealed up and set aside, then Jesse is turning to Ronan.
Rejuvenated with impulsive hedonism, he plunges his hand into Ronan's pants and takes hold of his erection with renewed confidence. He instantly starts pumping his hand up and down, expert only from the amount of times he's jerked himself off. At the same time, his mouth blindly seeks Ronan out through the darkness without thought, finding Ronan's neck in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. ]
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His fingers fumble Ronan's zipper down, then push into the plackets of his jeans. The hot, dry hardness of Ronan's bare cock is another shock altogether. Never in his lifetime did Jesse ever think he'd be touching another guy like this. Back at home, the thought would have repulsed him, would have made him flare up in homophobic defensiveness. That was back home, though, where his options in partners were limitless. Here, crash-landed on a fucking alien planet, beggars can't be choosers.
He suddenly very, very badly wants another bump of coke. Pulling his hand back out of Ronan's jeans, that same hand nudges Ronan's mouth away from his cock, and that same hand is pushing Ronan away from him. He's then hurriedly prepping himself a bump on the palm of his hand, which he snorts up hard and fast and desperately. The rush is instant, sending him soaring, his heart racing, his blood pumping, his cock aching. The baggy is quickly sealed up and set aside, then Jesse is turning to Ronan.
Rejuvenated with impulsive hedonism, he plunges his hand into Ronan's pants and takes hold of his erection with renewed confidence. He instantly starts pumping his hand up and down, expert only from the amount of times he's jerked himself off. At the same time, his mouth blindly seeks Ronan out through the darkness without thought, finding Ronan's neck in a heated, open-mouthed kiss. ]