His breath is heavy and quick as he watches Ronan demand everything he can get with each suck and flick of his tongue, every little bob of his head, until Declan is sure he has nothing left to give. Ronan's desire for it makes him feel lightheaded, his greed in swallowing him down and seeking more.

For a moment, all Declan can do is breathe. He watches Ronan pull back and wipe his mouth once, then again. Declan is still thoroughly distracted by his brother's soft, slick mouth.

"Did you--" He almost laughs, but instead of saying anything more, Declan leans forward. His hands cradle Ronan's head and he holds his brother still for a kiss. His tongue pushes into Ronan's mouth to taste himself there and he swears his body makes a valiant effort back toward arousal.

"Yeah," he murmurs as he pulls back. His thumbs stroke over Ronan's cheeks. "Yeah you were good."