[Once Ronan's hands are freed, they immediately seek out Jesse's shoulders. He clings in a way that makes him seem smaller, drawn in on himself and curled up so that his panting mouth rests against Jesse's throat. For someone who sneers at the idea of fucking a man, Jesse has an expert's hand. The vigor of his stroking has Ronan overwhelmed, so feverish with lust that he's coated in sweat, breathing so fast he's on the verge of hyperventilating.
It doesn't make sense that he's not coming yet. He feels like he's going to die in the throes of all these sensations, yet he also feels like his body is prepared to go on like this for hours. Maybe Jesse's broken him.
Suddenly he's on his back, and he doesn't know how he got there, but he's glad for it. It doesn't matter that he's by far larger in size than Jesse. Ronan likes lying beneath him, feeling trapped, with no choice but to give in to Jesse's will. Later, he's going to pray about this. For now, Jesse's husky voice is purring encouragement at him like some kind of devil. Ronan's lips graze Jesse's as he whispers back:]
It's too - It's too good...
[Which is the only way he can articulate what it feels like, and comes out more panicked than complimentary. As if he's honestly concerned his heart will stop the moment he hits his peak. Still, he's not calling for it to end, instead catching Jesse's mouth and slipping his tongue between his lips.]
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It doesn't make sense that he's not coming yet. He feels like he's going to die in the throes of all these sensations, yet he also feels like his body is prepared to go on like this for hours. Maybe Jesse's broken him.
Suddenly he's on his back, and he doesn't know how he got there, but he's glad for it. It doesn't matter that he's by far larger in size than Jesse. Ronan likes lying beneath him, feeling trapped, with no choice but to give in to Jesse's will. Later, he's going to pray about this. For now, Jesse's husky voice is purring encouragement at him like some kind of devil. Ronan's lips graze Jesse's as he whispers back:]
It's too - It's too good...
[Which is the only way he can articulate what it feels like, and comes out more panicked than complimentary. As if he's honestly concerned his heart will stop the moment he hits his peak. Still, he's not calling for it to end, instead catching Jesse's mouth and slipping his tongue between his lips.]