The sound is beautifully obscene and Declan's fingers tighten briefly in Ronan's hair. He tries to keep his breathing even, as if making too much noise will somehow interrupt Ronan's slow exploration. He's dreamed of filling his brother's mouth more than he cares to admit, especially after some of their more contentious arguments.

He's momentarily entranced by the way Ronan's hand holds him, the play of his fingers as his mouth slides lower. He can feel Ronan's breath just before he nuzzles in and Declan lifts his hips to get closer; his breath catches as his cock slides against Ronan's cheek. By the time Ronan's mouth reaches the head again there's precome drooling from the tip.

"Fuck, Ronan." He swallows thickly and shifts his hips as his fingers tense against the back of his brother's head. Declan tries not to push him - this is happening at Ronan's pace or not at all, he tells himself. "That's it," he encourages.