Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
Ben grinned back. "As long as kid has a very loose meaning." There had always been this perception that Ben was older than he actually was, but there were only a couple of years that separated him from Ronan. But not a inch separated them now, even when they went tumbling down to the grassy river bank. Both their suits were going to need a trip to the dry cleaners after this, but Ben couldn't bring himself to mind.
"Oh, I'm embarrassing," he murmured, words a low rumble in his chest as he traced the tendons up the back of Ronan's neck to his nape with the tip of his nose. "As long as embarrassing means that you love it and want more of it, I think that might be exactly what I am." With the entire family back at their place, and Ronan's tendency to be loud - so loud, Ben loved every minute of it - there hadn't been a space for this - for his hands rucking up Ronan's shirt, kneading the material and pushing it up past his palms to get to his skin beneath it.
Here there was only them, though even in reality the monastery had been remote, filled only with the brothers that lived there and scarcely visited by any others. It was exactly what they needed for their night. "I need to stop do I?" Smirk evident in his tone, his fingers spread out, palms flush to his skin to touch as much as possible as they roamed over his lower abdomen, pinky fingers playing at pushing lower beneath the confines of his clothes.
"All is fair in love and war, and this is definitely not war." And if all was fair in love... He rolled them over, coming to rest with the grass at his back and his love on top of him, his hands rucking up Ronan's shirt further. They had the sun, the sky above, and no interruptions. A shame not to enjoy that. "You stay put, I have some more unfairness I'm going to heap on you." A promise to be sure as his hands moved inward and up, following the line of his shirt to begin popping buttons through their little slits and baring Ronan's skin to the clouds above.