[Ronan doesn't understand how he got here. Time seems to be skipping, and he has vague memories of fireworks, but he finds himself post-orgasm without any clear idea of how he came to be beneath Jesse. He's simply and suddenly there, with Jesse breathing against his neck and their mingling seed coating his skin and the final shivers of pleasure echoing through his still-hard cock, which happens to be nestled against Jesse's still-hard cock.
Turning his gaze to the sky past Jesse's shoulder, Ronan attempts to feel anything at all and he comes up short. There's an overwhelming numbness that follows his orgasm, and he doesn't know what it means. It was different with Andyr. But then, he wasn't lying in the dirt with Andyr, either.
Trying desperately to push away the feeling that something terrible has happened, Ronan reaches for Jesse's face to redirect him, catching his lips for a kiss. He doesn't think Jesse cares for him at all, is the problem. He has the sick feeling that none of this meant anything. Which makes it a mistake.]
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Turning his gaze to the sky past Jesse's shoulder, Ronan attempts to feel anything at all and he comes up short. There's an overwhelming numbness that follows his orgasm, and he doesn't know what it means. It was different with Andyr. But then, he wasn't lying in the dirt with Andyr, either.
Trying desperately to push away the feeling that something terrible has happened, Ronan reaches for Jesse's face to redirect him, catching his lips for a kiss. He doesn't think Jesse cares for him at all, is the problem. He has the sick feeling that none of this meant anything. Which makes it a mistake.]