He hadn't meant for Declan to actually slow down, and Ronan's cock throbs in protest to the abrupt stop. His hips push a small thrust into Declan's palm, though he doesn't insist any further. It's Declan's right to withhold, just as it's his right to take what he wants.
"I'm always thinking about you."
What a stupid question. His cock throbs again, aching, as if in confirmation. Would he be in this state otherwise?
"You jerked off when you got home, didn't you?" That's how Declan can be so measured about this. "I saw you getting hard when I was messing with you."
I'm always thinking about you. Declan feels himself throb at the confession and he holds back a quiet groan. He squeezes Ronan like a reward, but doesn't offer much more.
"Yeah, I did." Alone, in the shower, thinking of Ronan and thinking that if anything is sending him to Hell, it's this. He loves the little push of Ronan's hip, the quiet desperation as he seeks more now that Declan has threatened to cut him off.
"Didn't you?" He wants to know. He pushes Ronan onto his back and moves down his body until his thick cock is front and center. He runs his tongue up the length, hand still cradling it as his lips close around the head, just for a second. He doesn't want to set Ronan off just yet.
Ronan melts into position, lying back against the mattress like he knows exactly how his brother wants to see him draped, and his body sinks fluidly in accordance. The reward of Declan's mouth around his cock temporarily numbs all thought. His fingers curl into the sheets and his spine arcs as he resists the need to push deeper.
"No," he gasps in answers. "You know I don't do that."
Masturbate. If he can help it. One of them still believes in God, and he does try to be good, in spite of his nature. Anyway, even if he'd indulged, he'd be in just as much peril as he is now. This is Declan's will, to be desired like this.
Masturbating is the least of his sins now and Declan no longer sees the point in refraining. His tongue laps over Ronan's cock again, tempting him to move. Declan finally offers some mercy and bobs his head lower, taking about half of Ronan's length. His senses are absolutely flooded, from the familiar weight and taste of Ronan on his tongue to the scent of his skin to the sound of his breathing above his head. Declan could lose himself here. Has lost himself here.
He slides his mouth back and lets Ronan pop free as his hand takes over again. The flat of his tongue rubs past the head, tasting his precome like he can't quite get enough. Declan looks up along Ronan's body, appreciating the lines and curves of him.
"Do you want to fuck or get fucked, Ronan?" The answer doesn't really matter. Declan just wants to hear his voice again.
Shivering with the effort of holding back, the only release Ronan allows himself is a shuddering moan as the heat of Declan's mouth surrounds more and more of him. If he'd lingered a single second longer, Ronan would have spilled over.
Want. What does he want. What a strange concept.
"Both," Ronan whispers, catching Declan's gaze again as it slides over him. He can feel everything his brother is thinking about doing to him, and there is no wrong answer. "I'm not gonna last. Let me come inside you."
Ronan's voice sends chills racing down his back and across his nerves. Maybe it's cruel to tease him, but hearing Ronan moan like that makes it all worth it.
Declan lifts his head and abandons Ronan's cock again, but not for long. His hand is slick with lube when he touches Ronan again and he watches his brother's face as he gives him a few quick strokes. It's a dream and Declan doesn't bother to ready himself before he straddles Ronan's hips.
Although Ronan won't come a second sooner than Declan wants him to, the struggle feels as sharp and desperate as it would in the waking world. Declan's touch burns as he prepares Ronan for the taking, need sparking through his nerves, leaving him shivering in anticipation.
And then, finally, Declan is on him. Sinking down onto his cock, surrounding him. Ronan hisses and sucks in a breath between his teeth as that tight heat drags down and down until it swallows him up completely.
What he's got is precisely what Declan always imagines. What he's caught in glimpses. Ronan is a perfectly manufactured fantasy, so beautiful he tempts even his own brother to take him, and his cock is no exception. It throbs thick inside Declan, a toy to be thoroughly enjoyed as it's ridden. And in the meantime, Ronan suffers, trembling with the need for release but forbidden until he's given that unconscious permission.
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"I'm always thinking about you."
What a stupid question. His cock throbs again, aching, as if in confirmation. Would he be in this state otherwise?
"You jerked off when you got home, didn't you?" That's how Declan can be so measured about this. "I saw you getting hard when I was messing with you."
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"Yeah, I did." Alone, in the shower, thinking of Ronan and thinking that if anything is sending him to Hell, it's this. He loves the little push of Ronan's hip, the quiet desperation as he seeks more now that Declan has threatened to cut him off.
"Didn't you?" He wants to know. He pushes Ronan onto his back and moves down his body until his thick cock is front and center. He runs his tongue up the length, hand still cradling it as his lips close around the head, just for a second. He doesn't want to set Ronan off just yet.
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"No," he gasps in answers. "You know I don't do that."
Masturbate. If he can help it. One of them still believes in God, and he does try to be good, in spite of his nature. Anyway, even if he'd indulged, he'd be in just as much peril as he is now. This is Declan's will, to be desired like this.
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He slides his mouth back and lets Ronan pop free as his hand takes over again. The flat of his tongue rubs past the head, tasting his precome like he can't quite get enough. Declan looks up along Ronan's body, appreciating the lines and curves of him.
"Do you want to fuck or get fucked, Ronan?" The answer doesn't really matter. Declan just wants to hear his voice again.
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Want. What does he want. What a strange concept.
"Both," Ronan whispers, catching Declan's gaze again as it slides over him. He can feel everything his brother is thinking about doing to him, and there is no wrong answer. "I'm not gonna last. Let me come inside you."
Then Declan can do whatever he pleases.
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Declan lifts his head and abandons Ronan's cock again, but not for long. His hand is slick with lube when he touches Ronan again and he watches his brother's face as he gives him a few quick strokes. It's a dream and Declan doesn't bother to ready himself before he straddles Ronan's hips.
"Come on then. Let's see what you've got."
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And then, finally, Declan is on him. Sinking down onto his cock, surrounding him. Ronan hisses and sucks in a breath between his teeth as that tight heat drags down and down until it swallows him up completely.
What he's got is precisely what Declan always imagines. What he's caught in glimpses. Ronan is a perfectly manufactured fantasy, so beautiful he tempts even his own brother to take him, and his cock is no exception. It throbs thick inside Declan, a toy to be thoroughly enjoyed as it's ridden. And in the meantime, Ronan suffers, trembling with the need for release but forbidden until he's given that unconscious permission.