Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Studio: Ben S/Ronan X
[Ronan has to fight his own instincts to stay tuned into the things that Ben's telling him, to keep from clapping both hands over his ears and shutting the words out entirely. Focusing on the way that Ben's height crowds against him is helpful, along with the warm graze of breath against his ear. Ronan's breathing still comes unsteady and a little bit desperate, but he's at least able to take comfort in the solid press of weight that traps him against the wall - because it doesn't feel like being trapped. It's more like Ben asking him to stay.] I - just -
[The words barely come out audible from the mangle of his panicked mouth, but he forces himself to listen. Take a breath. Arch into that brush of Ben's fingertips as he swallows hard, causing his throat to cord and bob.] I just... [He has to slide up onto the balls of his feet, more or less on tip-toe so that he can slide both arms around Ben's neck and hold on tight, with his nose pressing into the dark tangle of hair behind Ben's ear. He's got little more than a whisper now, and still doesn't sound entirely convinced.] I hate feeling like he's a part of me, Ben. Like he's got his mark on me.