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Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
"Ah," he said, nodding sagely with a put-on air of wisdom. "So you're saying it was basically a training montage for spending your adult years running a shelter for misfit kids like us, huh?" Ronan's smile widened into a grin as he laughed at the tickle of Ben's nose against his temple, basking in the attention and the warm wash of Ben's breath on his skin. He didn't squirm against the hold that Ben had on him, even though he was tempted (because slipping and falling into the river would almost certainly result in a swift removal of all clothing between them, not that it wasn't already inevitable). For now, he would behave.
If 'behaving' involved leaning in to the hollow of Ben's throat and planting a kiss there, followed by an exploratory nip of his teeth. He was only human, okay? He could only go so long without having to taste Ben, and claim him with fingers and mouth and the brush of eyelashes against his ungodly cheekbones.
"Oh my god - " the words broke off as his weight was hiked up a little closer against Ben's chest, and he was carried up the bank of the trickling creek. He would have rolled his eyes, except that he was smiling too real and too broad to even pretend that he didn't love it: the way that Ben manhandled him, hands groping even as they both tumbled in tandem down onto the riverbank. "You're embarrassing."
But it was with a tone of wholehearted approval, and then - a giggle, honest-to-god, talk about embarrassing. It was an involuntary sound that burst free from his mouth as he shied away from the assault on his neck, pulling one shoulder up towards his ear in an attempt to hide his neck - but it was no good, Ben was too thorough, and Ronan couldn't help the quiet groan that came along with his new hickey that bloomed against the sensitive skin of his throat. "Fuck. You need to stop that. Not... not fair."