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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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.