Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
Ronan's teeth were bared in a breathless grin that pressed against the smooth, solid muscle where Ben's neck met his shoulder. Despite the hot flush that spread from his cheeks down and over his chest, he loved it when Ben teased him about how he couldn't control the sounds that came out of his mouth when they were fooling around. If it wasn't that low sort of moaning that made him sound desperate and needy for Ben's hands on his skin, then it was holy epithets, which seemed to amuse Ben endlessly. Ronan just puffed out a silent laugh and laid a hot, hard kiss against the corner of his stubbled jaw.
He didn't need to be told twice, hands already working to loosen the tie's knot at the front of Ben's throat before moving to unfasten each little button, sliding down over his chest and stomach. "Yes, sir," was purred with Ronan's mouth against his neck, quiet and mockingly obedient, like he wouldn't have started to strip Ben out of his clothes even without being told. This was punctuated by Ronan's lips and teeth latching onto a particular spot of skin, alternating between sucking gently and then bathing the blooming bruise with the flat of his tongue. Something about their lack of privacy all day, about the invasion in their house (however welcome), gave him the need to mark Ben as his. His face was red from beard burn when he sat up a bit, relenting the assault on Ben's throat so that he could slip the tie free from his neck.
Ronan's breath caught in his throat for a moment when Ben's hips tilted beneath him, and his body responded with an eager rocking motion that had the curve of his ass pressing down against Ben's hard-on. Sitting up, he used both hands to part the front of Ben's dress shirt, sliding his palms up over his torso. "Yeah?" It came out a little ragged as he leaned forward, hands pushing up and over Ben's strong shoulders, taking his shirt and jacket with them. "Tell me what else you want. Tell me what you want to do with me, Ben."