Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
Disgusting wasn't the first word, the second, or even the fiftieth word that came to mind when Ronan tucked his face under his jaw, like not seeing would somehow stop the dirty-hot sounds coming out of him or the eager press of his body into his hands. Maybe not seeing liberated them, Ben hadn't quite pieced it together beyond the fact that he enjoyed them all, down to the hot gust of air when Ronan breathed out of his nose or the humid cloud that came with his moans, heat and moisture blooming across the hairless skin of his throat. But to get more of them, and more was always good when it came to the reflexive moans and little whimpers that Ronan could never truly hide, they had to move.
It was his turn to groan when his hips were straddled, the hard line of Ronan's cock pressing into the groove of thigh and groin. He grinned. "Jesus, huh?" Ronan's names and Ben's cursing were always a barometer of their pleasure, and Ronan was only at Jesus-level pleasure.
"So take it off me." His hands left the deep grooves on either side of Ronan's softer, but no less beloved mini-pack. Ronan might tease about how Ben's own were washboard abs as he ran his hands over them, furiously biting his lips into the shade of red they were at now. His lines were softer, like charcoal blurred and smudged by fingertips, and Ben's face usually found a home in those places when their positions were reversed. At the very least, his hands made them into his temple boundaries, but at the moment they were held out, wrists turned slightly so he could get to the tiny buttons on either side of his wrists. Better to do it now than when his hands were truly busy later.
And while his hands were out of the game, his hips were not. A little shift, a wiggle, and his own filling cock was snugged into the covered valley between his cheeks. "C'mon baby, get me out of all this. Wanna have you naked against me."