[Ronan tips his head back, baring his throat for Kyle's teeth. Or lips. Or hands. He meant it about the roughness. He finds pain cathartic. His eyes drift shut and he smiles in a wicked sort of way, feeling good about feeling bad this morning.
One of his hands drifts to the back of Kyle's neck, pressing him in and encouraging Kyle to enjoy his flesh. The other hand slides across Kyle's thigh and dips between his legs.]
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One of his hands drifts to the back of Kyle's neck, pressing him in and encouraging Kyle to enjoy his flesh. The other hand slides across Kyle's thigh and dips between his legs.]