Ronan gasped at the warmth, a small part in the back of his head expressing surprise that, hey, Johnny no longer angsted about this kind of thing, I wonder how much experience he's been getting-- until the head that was a little bit further down told it, "Oi, shut up now, our turn."

Ronan's hand in Johnny's hair clenched slightly, but he had enough control not to press to hard, not to cause any pain. "Powers, Johnny," he moaned. "You got good at this."