[ Jesse is so drunk on orgasmic afterglow that there's no resistance when Ronan is guiding their mouths back together. All that pathetic neediness for affection pent up inside him, that pathetic need to matter to someone, anyone, is in free-fall. The moment their mouths meet, it's a sloppy, breathless tangle of tongues and lips. The slick, semen soaked mess between their sweaty bodies is the startling sensation in Jesse's coked out awareness that's tugging him down a little from his post-orgasmic cloud. Such raw, filthy, shameful evidence of what he's coaxed out of Ronan.
That's what has Jesse pouring even more of his attention into kissing Ronan. He brings a clammy hand up to clutch the side of Ronan's face, holding him right there. He doesn't want Ronan to push him away. He doesn't want Ronan to hate him. He wants to keep hold of that fragile, needy thing he's found in Ronan for a bit longer. If the way Jesse is kissing him could talk, maybe it would be uttering 'sorry, I'm sorry' over and over, or maybe it would be an ensnaring, persuasive little voice feeding on Ronan's fragile innocence that he's just shattered into a million pieces. 'Stay for a while longer, you know you want to.'
Or maybe it would just be a pathetic, hungry, 'Don't leave'. ]
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That's what has Jesse pouring even more of his attention into kissing Ronan. He brings a clammy hand up to clutch the side of Ronan's face, holding him right there. He doesn't want Ronan to push him away. He doesn't want Ronan to hate him. He wants to keep hold of that fragile, needy thing he's found in Ronan for a bit longer. If the way Jesse is kissing him could talk, maybe it would be uttering 'sorry, I'm sorry' over and over, or maybe it would be an ensnaring, persuasive little voice feeding on Ronan's fragile innocence that he's just shattered into a million pieces. 'Stay for a while longer, you know you want to.'
Or maybe it would just be a pathetic, hungry, 'Don't leave'. ]