Re: Ben/Ronan
Ben didn't know why they were still talking about nargles or naggles or whatever the creatures were, or the missing shirts. There were far more interesting things to do. Like kiss his boyfriend.
He stood on tiptoe and slid his tongue into Ronan's mouth, memorizing his taste as if he hadn't already done that a thousand times since they'd started their relationship. Actually, it might be more than a thousand.
"How many times do you think you've kissed me?" he asked, still moving against Ronan, feeling him grow hard under his hand. "A hundred, a thousand? A hundred thousand?" It seemed like a very important question with the alcohol swimming in his blood. "I think I'd like for you to kiss me a hundred thousand more times. Tonight!" Ben was nothing if not insistent on immediate gratification when at all possible, and this seemed at all possible.