Re: Ben/Ronan
Ben tried to get his mind to understand that, but all he could focus on was the press of Ronan against him and the music. "That's not fair, using big fancy words I can't understand when I'm this drunk," he pouted, before breaking into a grin. He'd never been very good at pouting.
"Maybe it's those nargle things that Lorcan bloke went on and on about," he said, remembering Dylan's old boyfriend and his fascination with random, most likely make believe creatures. "Maybe they have a shirt fetish." He was joking. He knew what it really was--horny men who wanted to fuck. Of which he was one.
"I like it anyway," he said, even as the song changed to something even faster and dirtier. He paused for just a minute, and then wrapped himself around Ronan again, increasing the heat between them as he kissed Ronan with everything he felt for him clear in the way he clung to him. "I love you. So fucking much I can't even believe it sometimes."
And they were treading dangerously close to overly emotional, so he tried to salvage it by reaching between them and palming Ronan's cock, his body hiding what he was doing from most of the room.