not_in_the_book | Room 507, Monday, Lunchtime

Room 507, Monday, Lunchtime

Ronan was sitting in his room, waiting for Johnny to show up so that he could heal the other boy's injured cheek. There was some quiet music playing, and he had drawn the curtains some, dimming the room slightly.

(OOC: For

fantastic_torch. I suppose the roomie could interrupt, but I'm not entirely sure that he'd want to. ... ~~Probably going to be~~ DEFINITELY NSFW.)

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Ronan smiled, and slowly pulled off; he hadn't quite gotten it all, but he'd certainly gotten further down than he had before. He twirled his tongue around as he pulled off the very end. "It's okay," he said, reaching up with his hand to gently play with Johnny's balls. "Perfectly all right." And he went down again.

Johnny gritted hit teeth again, eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall. He felt there was something he should be doing, something to give Ronan back the same kind of pleasure...

"Ronan," he whispered huskily, "Careful..." Cause if he kept going, Johnny was going to shoot off down his throat. Right now, it wasn't about control.

Ronan paused, and pulled off. "Can you keep going if you...?" he asked.

Yeah, he could...

Johnny looked down, his faced flushed, and nodded at Ronan, "Don't...stop."

Ronan licked slowly up the hard shaft, and enveloped it with his mouth, his free hand stroking what he couldn't take while his other continued to play with Johnny's balls.

The chords in Johnny's neck strained as he fought hard to keep from making any noises and again he covered his eyes with his hand.

He couldn't help it, his hips moved as he began to feel the tight, pulling sensation that seemed to start with the tips of his toes and work up, "God, dammit Ronan..." and he reached down, threading his fingers back through Ronan's dark hair, holding him tight as Johnny started to come.

Ronan moaned as Johnny grabbed at his hair, and pushed back against Johnny's hand, letting Johnny's erection slide out of his mouth until only the head remained enveloped.

Johnny came hard, his body trembling as his buttocks grew taut, his hips bucking forward as he shot off in Ronan's mouth.

Ronan swallowed as Johnny shot, his tongue darting across the head of the other boy's cock. His hand went down to his own erection, starting to stroke himself for the first time since he and Johnny had started today.

Totally spent, Johnny looked down, his eyes glazed over, and grinned slightly at Ronan and what he was doing. He had no words, and somehow saying 'thanks' didn't seem appropriate even though it was exactly what was on the tip of his tongue.

Ronan grinned back. "So," he said, as his strokes slowed. "Do you want to help me with this?"

Here? Johnny was unsure. He's never...except himself...and...

Reaching down, he pulled Ronan to his feet by his upper arms and turned him around and pulled him back, so that his back was flush with Johnny's chest. Reaching over and in front of the boy's body, Johnny took hold of Ronan's cock in his right hand and pressed his lips to his neck, whispering, "I've never..."

Ronan nodded, even as he moaned, the featherlight brush of lips and breath making pleasure dance down his spine. "It's okay," he said, after a moment. "I'm... still pretty new to this myself. Believe it or not." He grinned a bit, chuckling, and Johnny could probably feel the vibrations through Ronan's back against his chest. "I've just had a few really good experiences." And he ground himself back, his ass against Johnny's groin. "And done a lot of reading," he adds, an afterthought.

Johnny did indeed feel the vibrations through Ronan's back and he allowed his body to increase in temperature, knowing the heat would feel good. "Reading...can be a good thing, I guess." He began stroking Ronan's erection, up and down in even, controlled measures, flicking the head briefly with the pad of his thumb. Johnny kissed his neck again, dragging his tongue lightly across his flesh.

Ronan moaned, long and drawn out, as he arched back against Johnny. The heat against his back was more than good, it was incredible, and even if he'd never done it to anyone else, Johnny certainly seemed to be able to figure out what to do. Ronan wasn't sure he'd be able to last very long.

Looking down over Ronan's shoulder, Johnny watched as he stroked the other boy. In this position it was not hard to picture him doing it to himself and he did what he knew felt good. His fingers tightened with the right amount of pressure and his strokes grew faster, longer, jutting against the base of his shaft while his thumb continued to glide around and tease the head every time he came up.

One of Ronan's hands came up behind him, behind Johnny, tangling in the other boy's hair as Ronan thrust forward, unable to stop himself from matching Johnny's strokes. He leaned his head back and to the side, and pulled Johnny's head down, seeking Johnny's mouth with his own.

Johnny gave Ronan what he sought; he kissed him deeply, passionately, stroking harder and faster, thrusting his own hips against Ronan's backside.

Before he could even think, Ronan pulled away from the kiss, gasping, breathless, barely able to say, "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" He pulled Johnny's head down to his neck, hoping that Johnny would understand what he wanted.

Johnny wasn't sure he understood what Ronan wanted, and with his head buried in Ronan's neck it was hard to make out exactly...hell, he'd never done this before! It was like, new and stuff! "Ronan..." he breathed against his neck, his hand still working his cock.

New or not, it was enough. In one moment, it was as if every muscle in Ronan's body flexed at once, and he could feel himself shooting, his seed falling to the floor.

Ah, hell, that was going to be messy. Johnny tried not to care, it wasn't his room, and he was sure Ronan had some sort of cleaning spell to take care of it.

He grabbed Ronan's chin and turned it, and Johnny brought his mouth down, capturing Ronan's breath and tongue in a searing kiss.

Or, y'know, that newfangled method of paper towel followed by a damp cloth.

Ronan returned the kiss with all of Johnny's fervor, even as his body, sated, relaxed back against the other boy.

Hey, Johnny clearly wasn't in his element here. That is to say he wasn't thinking along those lines exactly.

After a moment, he pulled his mouth away and dropped his forehead to Ronan's shoulder. He had no idea what to say.

Ronan stroked the back of Johnny's neck lightly. "That was fun," he said, smiling.

Room 507, Monday, Lunchtime

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