Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
There were things Ronan liked: how he looked, how he could pick him up for a slow, delicious fuck, how he could be sometimes tempted into leaving a string of passion's bruises across his hips, another set marking his throat and collarbone. And sometimes it was all about his voice, the low utterance of words he didn't say when they had their clothes on, a chorus of syllables that only came when they were both stripped naked and want was electric in their veins.
He grinned and groaned at the mark of teeth and mouth, his hands lingering on Ronan's body, touch hungry even as he stood. Ben sat up, fingers curled loosely around the backs of Ronan's naked thighs, kneading slowly at the offered teasing show.
He did love those briefs. Only he loved then even more when they were off. Loved those little steps that brought Ronan closer, his own hands reaching out, fingers gentle on the beating pulse at the center of Ronan's wrists as he drew them away. Only for a moment. Just long enough for him to rub his face into palm and fingertip and press a benediction of kisses and breath at the soft, callous free center. What else did he want? He flashed a grin upwards as he released both hands and didn't say a damn word as he continued forward and sucked on the blooming wet spot at the front of Ronan's briefs.
Sorry Ronan, mouth busy. And while he traced the edge of the spot with the tip of his tongue, he gave the next best thing. Ronan in his lap, facing away so they were back to chest, his own thighs tensing and relaxing as he fucked up hard into him. His shoulder under Ben's mouth, the sun making it almost unbearably hot as they worked together, his hands on Ronan's hips, thighs, belly, cock, making him go slow whenever he tried to work faster. His fingers worked under the band of those lovely briefs, tugged them down so he could have a taste without cloth in the way. A beaming smile when the slick tip of his cock appeared, already candy-sweet red. "First, I'm going to taste your cock," he murmured, lips and tongue moving against the head with his words, the tip of his tongue beginning to push the foreskin back.
And after? Well, after might take a bit longer. He was too busy sucking Ronan down his throat.