It's new and a little weird and absolutely filthy hot. Noah loves it. The unabashedly wet sound of Ronan lapping at him, combined with the slick heat of his tongue, is almost unbearably arousing in its lewdness.

Spread open and held fast, he can't squirm around at all—though he badly wants to when he feels that tongue pressing inside. Not that he doesn't like it, he's just so sensitive. It makes his toes curl. "God, Ronan," he pants, kneading appreciatively at Ronan's scalp with his knuckles, twisting his fingers in his hair and gently tugging.

If this is going to take a while, that's fine. It's amazing.