[ honestly, how is Ras supposed to think when Noah is like this? is holding him like this and kissing him like it is the only thing in the galaxy he wants to be doing? there is a noise, broken laughter as they settle against the pilot's chair, that barely makes it out of the kiss. laughter that turns low and ragged when Noah rolls his hips and-- fuck, it is almost embarrassing how easily Noah makes him want.]
Is that-- fuck, Noah. Is that so? [ he curls his arms around Noah's shoulders, rolls his hips down hard as he licks into Noah's mouth. ] Always thinking about you, even when--
[ even when you're not here, even when he is alone. or with someone else, there are still thoughts of Noah drifting in and out of his mind. his heart. but he doesn't say that, just kisses him again, harder. needier.]
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Is that-- fuck, Noah. Is that so? [ he curls his arms around Noah's shoulders, rolls his hips down hard as he licks into Noah's mouth. ] Always thinking about you, even when--
[ even when you're not here, even when he is alone. or with someone else, there are still thoughts of Noah drifting in and out of his mind. his heart. but he doesn't say that, just kisses him again, harder. needier.]