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Re: Magical Narnia: Ben/Ronan
He could feel the goosebumps rising over the bare skin of his thighs as Ben's fingers petted him there, pressing into his flesh and massaging him just enough to elicit a shiver that started in his groin and worked its way up his spine in warm, reassuring tendrils of need. Then those hands that so loved to stroke and memorize the planes of his body were catching at his wrists, and Ronan couldn't help but grin and laugh a breathless count of beats as he felt Ben's stubble scrape over the hills of his palms.
Then Ben's grin was matching, only more mischievous. Knowing.
"F-fuck -" his voice cracked with the sudden surprise of his gasp, as his hips jerked involuntarily towards the wet heat of Ben's pursed mouth through the cotton. "Bloody -"
But complete sentences or even fully-formed expletives were far beyond him in that moment, because Ben was mouthing relentlessly against the hard line of his dick and also filling his head up with that image: hot sun beating down, Ben sliding up into him all slow and without mercy, and Ronan could feel the trembling ache of his thighs and his calves as he braced against the slope of the hill beneath them. And then, was it Ben's mouth playing with the head of his cock, or was it the rasping pull of his fingers that urged him into a flushed and desperate hardness? He had to fight to keep his balance, but helped himself along by pushing both hands through the shag of Ben's hair and sliding them down to hold his jaw.
"Ohh," he groaned, the sound elongated in his throat as his head fell back and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He had to work hard at not thrusting rudely into the heavenly slide of Ben's mouth, distracting himself by rubbing Ben's earlobes between each thumb and forefinger. "You feel so good, baby."