[ Jesse thrusts into the eager fumble of Ronan's hand, a clash against the belated realisation that his dick is pressed up another guy's dick. He's a horrified, too - horrified mostly that it feels good. Not in a way that sliding his dick against pussy feels, but in a dirty, perverted way. The unexpectedness of Ronan being so eager to jerk them both off has Jesse letting out a tight noise with a shuddering jerk into Ronan's hand, and he buries his face into the crook of Ronan's neck, nuzzling it impulsively.
It's the intimacy of those lips starting to explore his neck that undoes him. Affection is something he always craves, be that affectionate words or affectionate touch, and being kissed is something he can never help melting into. The rough scratch of Ronan's bristles keeps that dirty, perverted feeling simmering under his skin, and between that and his pathetic desperation for affection, Jesse's hand comes up and pushes into Ronan's hair. He curls his fingers, tries to grip a handful of it, but there's not enough to grip properly onto.
Dragging his mouth, panting quietly, up to Ronan's ear, the side of his facing nuzzling into Ronan's exploring lips, Jesse hurriedly shifts his hips flush against Ronan's and thrust against Ronan's cock. God, it's so wrong. Doing this, out in the open where anyone could stumble across them. Suddenly, Jesse is a little more urgent. ]
Don't stop. God-- [ It feels so dirty, filth demanding, begging that into a guy's ear. ] Fuck, don't stop. [ Followed by a low, breathless noise, holding Ronan to him with fingers scratching down his scalp, down past his nape. ]
SCREAMS hardly any of jesse's icons of his asshole face are appropriate for this HAHA
It's the intimacy of those lips starting to explore his neck that undoes him. Affection is something he always craves, be that affectionate words or affectionate touch, and being kissed is something he can never help melting into. The rough scratch of Ronan's bristles keeps that dirty, perverted feeling simmering under his skin, and between that and his pathetic desperation for affection, Jesse's hand comes up and pushes into Ronan's hair. He curls his fingers, tries to grip a handful of it, but there's not enough to grip properly onto.
Dragging his mouth, panting quietly, up to Ronan's ear, the side of his facing nuzzling into Ronan's exploring lips, Jesse hurriedly shifts his hips flush against Ronan's and thrust against Ronan's cock. God, it's so wrong. Doing this, out in the open where anyone could stumble across them. Suddenly, Jesse is a little more urgent. ]
Don't stop. God-- [ It feels so dirty, filth demanding, begging that into a guy's ear. ] Fuck, don't stop. [ Followed by a low, breathless noise, holding Ronan to him with fingers scratching down his scalp, down past his nape. ]