Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
"Yeah," he huffed out in answer to Ronan's first teasing question. "So we could learn how to deal with small living creatures that we couldn't prevent from crapping everywhere. We cleaned up after them, tried to give them a pen where they could be safe, but inevitably one of us would feel bad about keeping their world narrowed and let them out. Then they'd be crapping everywhere again." There was a note of fondness in his voice now, though it was obvious that he hadn't been quite so fond of them then. "The kids were excited about everything. They'd jump and kick at every new thing, then settle down in your arms for a nap a couple hours later." Definitely a fond note as he pressed his nose into the hair at Ronan's temple.
"A witch? Mmm, no, but I might be saying you're made of sugar." Ronan wasn't the only one that got to tease as he took a slow step forward, careful of the added weight of Ronan in his arms and how it changed his center of gravity. Another step, water flowing between his toes, smooth river rocks under his feet, softened only slightly by the moss growing on the sun side. Slippery too, but he stayed upright, hands firm around Ronan's knee and ribs until he felt soft, lush grass beneath the arches of his feet.
Only then did he make the attempt to set him down. A bending of his knees, a lowering of Ronan's, and on the way up, his one hand traveled to the slope of his ass, fingers digging in slightly as the tip of his nose ran from the hollow of his throat to the spot, just beneath his ear. "You certainly smell good." A little lick, just enough to taste before he laughed, a rumble in his chest as both arms went around him, holding him close while he mock attacked his neck, sucking and nipping until he could taste the faint vestiges of copper.