[noah links his arms underneath ras to keep him steadier as he slowly backs up toward the pilot's seat. once he's sure sitting won't kill either of them, noah shifts them into the worn leather. however, he is sure as well keeping his hands on ras's ass.
he definitely gets more jealous than he ever thought he would. he doesn't own ras, nor would he ever want to, but.
they have both made compromises, but noah is becoming less sure of his. is being able to run worth knowing that someone else is holding ras at night?
he needs to stop thinking about this, he tells himself, because ras is right here. noah rolls his hips up into ras, eagerly meeting ras's lips with teeth and tongue and an urgency he demonstrates only when they're alone.]
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he definitely gets more jealous than he ever thought he would. he doesn't own ras, nor would he ever want to, but.
they have both made compromises, but noah is becoming less sure of his. is being able to run worth knowing that someone else is holding ras at night?
he needs to stop thinking about this, he tells himself, because ras is right here. noah rolls his hips up into ras, eagerly meeting ras's lips with teeth and tongue and an urgency he demonstrates only when they're alone.]
I can only think of you these days.