The shock of his brother's kiss stuns him nearly as much as the load Declan just shot into his mouth. The intimacy of it is so wrong that his heart stops with the fear that divine punishment is about to strike him down.
But with those hands caressing and coaxing him, Ronan relaxes into it and accepts it. He allows his brother to taste as much as he likes. It doesn't count, after all. Declan has kissed him before. Just not this deeply. And who decided where that line should be drawn? Not God. His brother isn't doing anything other than showing Ronan his love.
When the kiss breaks, Ronan looks at him with fresh eyes. "Don't fucking lie," he mumbles, but it's with an embarrassed sort of humor. "I'll get better. I just need practice."
He huffs a breathless laugh. "Yeah, okay. I'll give you some notes." Ronan wants to practice. God hasn't smote them yet, but Declan feels like he's tempting fate as he lets himself imagine that. Will this scene reverse itself? Will he find himself waking up one morning with Ronan's mouth on him, intent on getting better?
Declan kisses Ronan again, then finally lets him go. He wants to drag his brother close, he wants to roll the both of them over and go back to sleep. He wants to sit here and talk about the day coming up, like they always do. The only difference now is they've tasted each other.
They're brothers. They love each other, they take care of each other. That's all.
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But with those hands caressing and coaxing him, Ronan relaxes into it and accepts it. He allows his brother to taste as much as he likes. It doesn't count, after all. Declan has kissed him before. Just not this deeply. And who decided where that line should be drawn? Not God. His brother isn't doing anything other than showing Ronan his love.
When the kiss breaks, Ronan looks at him with fresh eyes. "Don't fucking lie," he mumbles, but it's with an embarrassed sort of humor. "I'll get better. I just need practice."
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Declan kisses Ronan again, then finally lets him go. He wants to drag his brother close, he wants to roll the both of them over and go back to sleep. He wants to sit here and talk about the day coming up, like they always do. The only difference now is they've tasted each other.
They're brothers. They love each other, they take care of each other. That's all.