Re: Ben & Ronan
Ronan snorted. "Do those lines really work? And if so on who? Fifteen year olds?" There were moments like this that he was reminded all too clearly of Ben's age, but he pushed it away, and instead he held Ben while they kissed, releasing him as he slipped away to the dance floor.
He took the seat that Ben had occupying, and watched his lover, eyes staying on him, pushing away the people around him, but there was one too many blokes touching Ben.
He got up and stalked to the middle of the dance floor. He pressed his front against Ben's back and put an arm loosely around his lover, pushing the shirt up, so he could rest his palm against naked skin. "I heard you," he whispered in Ben's here. "They can watch you, but only I get to touch you and fuck you." The past few times they had come to Eros, it'd been so close to the full moon that all of his energy had been spent trying to stay in control, hormones making him hard, the moon making him jealous beyond words. Tonight, he was in full control, and he planned to drive Ben crazy.
His hand moved down using Ben's shirt to cover it as he pressed against Ben's crotch. "You're going to be hard for me all night, but there'll be no coming until we get home."