Ronan's hand met Johnny's, held it, pulled it away, and then he loosened the time himself, pulled it away, undid the first few buttons of Johnny's shirt so that he could pull it open at the neck. His lips, his tongue, ran across the bared flesh of Johnny's neck, nuzzling in the crook where it joined his shoulder.
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Date: 2007-11-20 12:06 am (UTC)