Re: Ben/Ronan
"Won't!" Ben insisted. "Have you to hold me up." He beamed at Ronan, confident that this was so. "Plus, I'm a bartender and musician. I can get far drunker than this, I'll have you know. It's mandatory." And if he was slurring some, he was sure Ronan loved him too much to mention it.
He skimmed his hands under Ronan's shirt, smoothing over familiar skin. "Could lose your shirt. Everyone would hate me, because you're the sexiest man here and they can't have you because you're mine." He sounded completely thrilled at that thought and started to push Ronan's shirt up.
"Here works," he said, but it was mostly mumbled into Ronan's mouth as they moved together, tongues pressing and exploring, hips grinding. It was perfect.