“Aye,” Ronan all but whimpered.
“Lookit ya. Ya a feckin’ mess f’it.” I rolled my hips just a fraction, enjoying the way it made Ronan’s lashes flicker.
“Stop feckin’ teasin’,” he gasped. “I can’t—”
With little to no warning I sunk myself inside him. Passage was far easier than the first time I’d fucked him – saliva was a poor substitute for proper lube – and this time it wasn’t just Ronan who moaned like they were starring in a wee porno.
“Y’grand?” I stammered, though I already knew the answer from the grimace of pleasure on Ronan’s face. He didn’t answer me, just hooked his heels around my thighs and locked me in. That was my green light, and I rolled my hips away, only to immediately drive myself forward once more in a long, deep, slow stroke.
Ronan was only able to withstand two or three thrusts before he lifted his hips to free a hand, but I was quicker. In a flash, I had his wrist pinned beside his head.
“Nah,” I grinned down at him. “Y’not comin’ ‘til I decide ya can, now.”
“F’feck’s sake,” Ronan hissed. “Y’one o’ them fellas, aye? Y’enjoy bossin’ y’rides ‘round? What’s next? Y’gonna choke me an’ tell me I’m pretty, like?”
At that I laughed, snapping my hips back and forth as I fucked him a little harder. It was intoxicating, watching Ronan slowly succumb to his desperation as he writhed against me, attempting to relieve the throbbing in his cock.
Soon we were both slick with sweat and breathing hard. As I felt myself beginning to unravel, muscles burning with exhaustion and cock aching to come, I found myself watching Ronan beneath me. He’d quit his complaining, everybreath bringing a moan or a grunt. His cock was still hard as fuck, solid and jutting up between us, practically begging for attention. He stilled beneath me, breath hitching, a low groan rumbling through his chest.
“Feck… F-feck, I’m gonna come,”he said through clenched teeth.
“Without even touchin’ it, like?” I teased. “God, y’somethin’ special, aye.” With a grin, I released his wrist. Ronan’s hand flew to his cock, wrapping his hand tightly around it as I did the same to his throat.
“Y’so feckin’ pretty,” I purred at him. Before he had a chance to say anything, I closed in and delved my tongue into his mouth just as he trembled beneath me. Ronan barely managed more than a couple of strokes before he exploded. A lewd, utterly desperate moan burst from him and I felt his whole body tighten up. As his cock jerked, shooting ropes of cum all over his chest, Ronan’s hole clenched and squeezed in tandem. It was more than I was able to withstand.
I moaned into his mouth, Ronan still coming when I followed him over the edge. The pleasure was blinding and my hand tightened around his throat, thrilled by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed beneath my hold. My climax seemed never ending, and by the time it finally began to recede, all strength left me and I flopped down heavily on top of Ronan.
We each lay still for a long moment, sweaty bodies entangled in one another, breaths heaving and hearts thundering as we came back down to earth.
Ronan was first to speak. “J-Jaysus Christ…”
“Y’can feckin’ say that again,” I muttered, voice muffled where I’d buried my face into the crook of Ronan’s neck.
“Okay – Jaysus Christ.”
A low chuckle escaped me and on shaking arms I managed to push myself up long enough to slip my softening cock out of Ronan as I rolled over to flop down on my back beside him. My eyes were drawn to him, and I allowed myself a moment to just look, taking everything in. I’d meant what I’d said – Ronanwaspretty, and even deep in the trenches of post-nut clarity, I still fancied the fuck out of him. That spoke more of my powerful attraction to him than words ever could. Sensing my gaze, Ronan turned to look at me. He frowned even as a sexy smile worked itself onto his face.
“Whats that goofy feckin’ face about, y’melter?”
I smirked. “Ah, nothin’, now. Just feckin’ buzzin’ ta be here givin’ ya handsome wee feckin’ arse a goin’ over again, like.”
This time of was Ronan’s turn to laugh. “Aye, an’ what a goin’ over it was, eh? Feck me. I’m still shakin’, like.”
There was a moment of silence as we stared at one another before moving in unison. Ronan kissed me and I allowed it, melting against him a little before roughly pulling away.
“Y’think ya’d get away wi’ stayin’ here tonight?” I whispered. “No bother if it’s easier ta head on home, like.”
Ronan’s eyes flitted over my face. “Nah. Darragh an’ Ma won’t be breathin’ a word about it, now. We’re grand.”
To my surprise, the warmth of happiness bloomed in my chest, though I forced myself to feign indifference. “Sound. Y’want a wee drink? I’m feckin’ thirsty as all hell.”
“Thought ya’d never ask, fella.”
Ronan and I stayed awake chatting in bed together for hours. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but when I cracked open my eyes, the early morning sun was glowing through the open curtains that I’d forgotten to draw last night. I squinted, rolling over and coming face to face with a still-sleeping Ronan. He’d stayed.
There wasn’t a chance on this earth I was keeping my hands off him. I shuffled my body in close to his, trailing my hands all over his tattooed skin. At first there was no response, but when Ronan sighed with a low, pleasured grumble, I knew I’d managed to rouse him from sleep.
“Mornin’.” I grinned.
