Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
"Oh, sir now." Ben grinned, teasing. "Sir. Does this mean I'm going to get you in a little waiters outfit later? Have you serve my every whim?" The image of Ronan as such played out in Ben's head, but he only got so far as being served water before his mental him grabbed his fantasy Ronan and put him up on the table to fuck him silly.
There weren't any tables here, only a brief flash of things that Ben wanted to do - something he was going to do, here, far from anywhere that they would need clothes, or tables, or little bowties. The flash ended with Ronan's mouth on his skin, working it until it bruised fresh and sweet under his lips and tongue. "Trying to mark me?" Not that he minded, he didn't, his body stilling except for the cresting roll of his hips against the ass he was definitely going to claim as soon as they were both naked. "I'm yours baby. Mark or no mark." But Ronan wanted more and he could only grin as he was stripped to the waist.
As warm as the sun felt on his skin, it was nothing compared to Ronan, and once his hands were freed of the sleeves, he was reaching for him again, both hands grabbing hold of that ass, fingers splayed as wide as they can go. "You want me to tell you all the filthy things I'm going to do to you baby?" He sat up to keep them closer, nipped at the soft spot at the corner of Ronan's jaw and just below his ear. "Stand up and take off your pants. I wanna see you."