Ronan may be impatient, but by god, he’ll make sure they make it to the bed. He huffs out a soft laugh as Noah breaks away, allowing himself to be unwrapped like a gift while he steers them along their path.

When Noah’s calves hit the edge of the bed, Ronan pauses to shrug off his loosened robe. Between the days-old bruises he earned during the fight with Declan and the marks of possession Kylo scattered on him earlier, his pale skin is colored with a rainbow of injury. But that doesn’t seem to be slowing him down any.

His hands go immediately to work at undressing Noah, too. “Feels kind of like a honeymoon, doesn’t it,” he muses, his fingers running along Noah’s skin as he nudges fabric out of the way.