Basilisk Alcove B2, Tuesday evening

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Johnny led Ronan into his cabin, glancing over his shoulder at him before he led him further back, towards his alcove.

Upon entering, he smiled a sheepish grin at seeing the helter-skelter of the place. He wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world. Or his world. But he was sure Ronan wouldn't mind a few pieces of clothing having been tossed here and there.

Turning to face him, he shoved his hands in his back pockets, "So..."

(For Ronan, obviously, and it is fine to say that Ronan was here, but conversation and whatnot NFB & NWSish.)

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was a wizard, and wizards don't lie unless they absolutely have to.

"I, uh. Kind of?" He swallowed. "But it's okay. We're... not really exclusive. Exactly. This is okay." Ronan did really believe that, and he and John never had really finished that conversation... so, technically, they were allowed to see other people.

Technically.

He'd find a way to explain it to John later.

"But yeah. I'll need some lube, too," he said, holding out a couple of fingers.

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Johnny cocked his head, not sure he liked that answer. He didn't want to poach on someone elses territory but if Ronan said it was okay, then right now? He was so not going to argue. He reached out hard and fast and drew Ronan to him with his hand to the back of his neck, taking his mouth in a hot, deep kiss that left him breathless when he finally pulled back.

He squeezed out some lube onto Ronan's fingers and then lubed himself, again asking Ronan, "Which way..."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan got down on his back, spreading his legs and lubing himself up, wincing slightly at the penetration. "This way, I guess. Go slow, I'm still pretty new to this, too."

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Coming down between Ronan's thighs, Johnny guided himself, watching Ronan's face after he entered slowly, just a little, making sure he was not hurting him in any way.

But it was going to be damn hard to go slow.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan gasped, and winced in pain for just a moment. "Wait, wait a second, I just need..." He took a deep breath, and concentrated on relaxing. "Okay, go ahead."

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"God, Ronan, I don't want to hurt you..." Johnny said, looking down at him, pushing forward another inch.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan gasped again as Johnny entered him further, the burning of the stretch battling with the pleasure shooting up and down his spine. "It's... Oh, God. More, please."

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Johnny didn't need any more encouragement than that, grasping Ronan's thighs, he thrust his hips forward, not hard, but enough to almost bury himself...and Johnny couldn't help it, his body started getting hotter as he began to work his hips...

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan moaned as Johnny buried himself, as the heat emanating from him seemed to reach every space inside of him. He started to thrust back against Johnny, encouraging him to keep going.

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Johnny pumped faster, deeper, encouraged by Ronan's moaning and the sound of their coupling.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan wrapped his legs around Johnny's back, moans mixed with gasps as he stroked himself in time with Johnny's thrusts.

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And Johnny reached down, replacing Ronan's hand with his own, stroking the other boy as he leaned down to capture Ronan's mouth in a searing kiss, moaning deeply. His thrusts became slower, but deeper, in and out, teasing as he pulled out to the very tip, only to thrust hard and deep. And he repeated this, again and again...captivated by the look on Ronan's face.

[not_in_the_book]

A look that could only be described as euphoric. Each time Johnny thrust into him, Ronan felt pleasure spiral up and down his spine, and the warmth was incredible. He wasn't sure he'd be able to last much longer.

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Johnny knew he couldn't. With one last final thrust, his body shuddered as he fell over Ronan, still stroking him, faster...harder, and he moaned deep as he spent himself completely, his mouth at Ronan's neck, kissing and licking...

[not_in_the_book]

And Ronan, too, in a shuddering gasp, came to his climax. "That was..." he said, gasping for breath. "That was incredible. Thank you."

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"Don't..." he murmured, then reared back to look at him. "Don't thank me. If you're gonna thank me, then leave the folded bills on my nightstand and leave."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan raised his eyebrow as he disengaged himself from Johnny. "I'm sorry," he said, a bit of scorn in his voice. "I hardly meant to imply anything of the sort." He looked around for something with which to clean himself up. "Is it impolite where you come from to thank someone for bringing you pleasure?"

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He shrugged and rolled over on his back, "Not so much as impolite as..." Johnny stopped and considered Ronan's words. What exactly did thank you mean in this situation? Was it appropriate? They just used each other to complete and utter satisfaction. Perhaps Ronan was right. For some reason though, it had just irked Johnny that he was thanked.

Getting up off his bed, he grabbed a towel and handed it to Ronan, then he cleaned himself and discarded the used condom. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't haven't said that." He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and sat down on his bed.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan cleaned himself off, and hauled on his boxers. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the alcove. "So..."

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"Stay, Ronan. Stay here tonight, please." Johnny asked him softly, truly not wanting him to leave.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled. "All right, then," he said, and sat on the bed beside Johnny. He leaned over to give him another quick kiss before lying down.

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Johnny followed Ronan, and reached over to turn out the light. Then he moved closer to him, pulling him against him and kissing his shoulder. "Good night, Ronan."

[not_in_the_book]

"Good night, Johnny."

And if there was a second thought, a silent, Good night, John, well, Johnny wouldn't ever know.