[closed] and they were roommates

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WHO: Noah Czerny + Ronan Lynch
WHERE: Elysium Resort and Spa
WHEN: during the swear-in
WHAT: a romantic evening probably
WARNINGS: gonna get nsfw in here



After a... reasonably relaxing day at the spa, trying out various weird baths, mostly, Noah heads upstairs to check out the room. Though his limbs feel heavy from all the soaking, he's not really sleepy yet. He just needs a break from being around so many people and, as luck would have it, he's the first one there which means he can poke through the amenities in peace. The small overnight duffel he brought gets dropped by the door as he goes to look out the window then wanders into the bathroom to see how fancy it is. (It's fancy-ish as hotel bathrooms go. Nothing special compared to the spa below.) Noah sniffs some weird herbal bath oil and changes into a new fluffy robe, just because it's there and he can, before he wanders back out.

The bed though -- the bed is enormous. When he sprawls across it, right in the middle, none of his limbs even touch the sides. "Nice," he mumbles to himself. He rolls off it after a minute or two, rumpling the perfectly-made up sheets, and goes to check the minibar. It contains: a lot of vitamin water and bottles of pressed juice and "snacks" like organic beetroot chips. ...Less nice. He's still pawing through the selection when he hears the quiet beep of a keycard in the lock. Not turning around - partly because he thinks he knows who's about to walk through the door, and partly because he's dubiously reading the back of a package of "protein cookies" - he says, "If you didn't get enough salad at dinner, I have good news."

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Even if Noah hasn't had much opportunity to work his way up to it on his own, Ronan intends to devote as much attention to the task as necessary. His lips continue the journey down Noah's body, skirting across his belly and ducking to run a quick swipe of his tongue up the length of his shaft.

It's not Noah's cock that needs his attention right now, though. He tucks his arms under Noah's thighs and hikes him up a little, bringing him to the ideal height for his mouth's work. He catches Noah's sac for a light, playful suck, then nuzzles it out of the way so he can reach his real destination.

There, Ronan's tongue traces a teasing ring along Noah's rim.

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The muscles in his thighs jump reflexively in surprise. He definitely wasn't expecting Ronan to use his mouth for this. It feels good though and he had, like, five baths today so he's not as self-conscious about it as he might otherwise be. He exhales a soft oh and turns his head to press his face into his shoulder, melting into the sensation.

His fingers scrabble ineffectually at the bedspread and then he reaches out blindly for Ronan instead. Now that Ronan has hair long enough to grab, Noah likes to take advantage of that where he can. He pats the top of Ronan's head lightly and then sinks his fingers into his hair.

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A smile flashes across Ronan's lips as Noah jerks in shock. Yeah, he figured this might be a new experience. And that's a lot of the fun. With Noah's fingers knotting in his hair, he lets himself be pulled closer and dives back to work.

This time, his tongue drags several languid laps against Noah, sloppy and savoring. Like he's feasting. With the last one, the muscles of his tongue go taut and it slips its way into that tight hole. Probing and exploring, jabbing deeper.

His hands take a firmer grip on Noah's thighs, holding him still and spread, preventing any further struggle.

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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.