[It's something of a relief when Jesse's hand slows its stroking. Ronan begins to feel less like his heart's about to explode out of his chest and more like he can feel exactly what's happening. Which is good. It's so good. His moans are strangled by Jesse's tongue, a forceful thing that seems intent on either conquering him or stifling him. Ronan surrenders to it, and everything else that Jesse does to him. He is innocent. That's his dirty secret. He's innocent and lonely and hungry for affection.
When Jesse starts to climb on top of him, he's struck again by the sense that he should be afraid. It would be easy for someone with Ronan's strength to toss Jesse off of him, but that isn't the point. The point is that he likes what Jesse's doing to him, likes it too much, and he might find himself falling over a line he won't be able to return from. As Jesse thrusts against him, Ronan's fingers drag down his chest, caught in the indecision between whether he should push Jesse off or not.
He does not. Mostly because he hears Jesse's irresistible voice again, his teeth biting at Ronan's lips. Ronan's response is a whimper:]
I n-need...
[Every jerk of Jesse's hips, every thrust of his cock against Ronan's, feels like it's interrupting the signal from Ronan's brain to his mouth, leaving him gasping each time.]
I want...
[He's going to die. He's going to die right here.]
I'm gonna come. I'm -
[Whether or not Jesse intended to cast a spell with those words, it works. Ronan's voice dissolves into moans, his whole body quaking as he orgasms. His hips roll against Jesse's and hot semen spills between them, shooting across Ronan's stomach in a violent burst.]
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When Jesse starts to climb on top of him, he's struck again by the sense that he should be afraid. It would be easy for someone with Ronan's strength to toss Jesse off of him, but that isn't the point. The point is that he likes what Jesse's doing to him, likes it too much, and he might find himself falling over a line he won't be able to return from. As Jesse thrusts against him, Ronan's fingers drag down his chest, caught in the indecision between whether he should push Jesse off or not.
He does not. Mostly because he hears Jesse's irresistible voice again, his teeth biting at Ronan's lips. Ronan's response is a whimper:]
I n-need...
[Every jerk of Jesse's hips, every thrust of his cock against Ronan's, feels like it's interrupting the signal from Ronan's brain to his mouth, leaving him gasping each time.]
I want...
[He's going to die. He's going to die right here.]
I'm gonna come. I'm -
[Whether or not Jesse intended to cast a spell with those words, it works. Ronan's voice dissolves into moans, his whole body quaking as he orgasms. His hips roll against Jesse's and hot semen spills between them, shooting across Ronan's stomach in a violent burst.]