Room 507, Late Monday Afternoon

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After spending some time on the roof -- including a quick jaunt to the moon with River -- Ronan was back in his old dorm room, staring at the closed door. Part of him was more than ready for what was about to happen, whereas other parts... had doubts. Still, it had been a long time for him, and if there was one thing a wizard understood, especially a wizard who also ran a medical practice, it's that the body had needs, and those needs were best met with a person with whom one felt comfortable being intimate.

[For fantastic_torch, and going to be NSFW.]

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Ronan let him thrust, once, twice, three times before he pulled away, letting his tongue swirl around the head before he licked down the side, tongued Johnny's balls, rolled them in his mouth.

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"Shit," he murmured. He was older, lasted longer, but hell... this was just different. With Ronan it was always so damn hot.

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Ronan had that effect on people, apparently.

"How far are you willing to go?" Ronan asked, 'coming up for air'. "Willing to do this for me? Willing to let me enter you?"

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"What," Johnny asked, staring down at him, at his wet mouth. "And ruin any moment of surprise?"

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Ronan grinned, swiping his tongue again down Johnny's length. "All right, then," he said, getting up, moving towards the bed. He pulled his shirt off as he went, unbuckled his belt, slipped off his pants. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

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Johnny took a moment to appreciate Ronan's form, as he too walked slowly towards the bed, leaving whatever else he was wearing in a trail behind him. Catching Ronan with his hand to his neck before he could lay down on the bed, Johnny pulled the other man hard against him, tilting his face as he kissed him deeply, intimately.

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Ronan moved into the kiss, his body pushing against Johnny's, then falling back, letting them both fall onto the bed, letting Johnny's weight lay upon him.

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Johnny took advantage of this position and worked his mouth from Ronan's, trailing his tongue down his neck, dipping in at the hollow point of his throat, down further as he moved down the man's body to lick and nibble at each pert nipple. His hands he kept flat to the bed, not wishing to allow his body weight to interfere with what he was doing with his mouth, teeth, and tongue.

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Ronan groaned, low, guttural; his hand came up to cradle Johnny's head, his fingers threading through Johnny's hair. He felt himself seem to grow even harder, his free hand reaching down between their bodies to take himself in hand, to being stroking lightly.

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His body grew warmer as he continued to drag his tongue down Ronan's body, swirling the tip around his naval before he moved even lower, gently removing Ronan's hand and replacing it with his own. With a look up, catching his eyes, Johnny took the head of Ronan's cock in his hot mouth while his fingers circled around the base.

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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."

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Actually, Johnny learned what he was doing now from Ronan. He was merely copying the other man's actions from before. He has never been with another member of the opposite sex since high school. Since Ronan.

He smirked at his words and went down on him, reflexively using his throat muscles to take the whole of him into his mouth, swallowing as he worked him further until his lips pressed against the base. Then he began to move, repeating the same action as his tongue lapped and played over the head, his fingers curling and stroking upward then back down followed by Johnny's mouth. His other hand curved up under, teasing and cupping Ronan's balls.

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It had been far too long for Ronan, and even if Johnny hadn't been as good as he was, he'd have found himself already approaching his climax. As it was, he was almost there. "Johnny, God, I'm getting close," he managed to gasp, all the warning he could give.