[Ronan didn't know what sort of reaction he was expecting from Kavinsky when he told him what he dreamed about him- maybe for him to tease him, laugh and say something that was a little sharp for comfort, even if it still made Ronan want him. Still feel desired, even if he never talked about that part, let alone admitted to the fact that he liked it.
Kavinsky pulled down the front of his boxer-briefs, wrapping his fingers around Ronan's erection, and he whimpered at the contact. The touch of the other boy's fingers against his cock felt like they burned; so much better than the feel of his own hand in the shower. He says that he can blow his mind, and at the moment he can't even resist how much he wants to let him. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to Kavinsky's shoulder, the moan on his mouth almost a sob. Right now it was just touch, not even friction, and still the tip of his dick was already slick, beading with precum from how turned on he was.]
I... okay.
[It was cheating, really, asking him when he had his fingers wound around Ronan's dick, had the dreamer pressed to his shoulder and his hands trembling as they clung to Kavinsky. Like the boy with the tattoos that most people thought was a walking threat was already starting to come apart under his hands. He was sensitive, easy to pull reactions from. No one had ever touched him like this and fuck, but he wanted it, he wanted him and as trashy a location as this might be, he couldn't help himself.]
I'll leave in the morning.
[Gansey would worry, he knew. But for once he didn't want to think about how Gansey would feel about what he wanted. He just wanted to feel it. He's been to K's house before, but this feels different. It feels like agreeing to something, like admitting that his dreams are right, that K does know what he wants.]
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Kavinsky pulled down the front of his boxer-briefs, wrapping his fingers around Ronan's erection, and he whimpered at the contact. The touch of the other boy's fingers against his cock felt like they burned; so much better than the feel of his own hand in the shower. He says that he can blow his mind, and at the moment he can't even resist how much he wants to let him. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to Kavinsky's shoulder, the moan on his mouth almost a sob. Right now it was just touch, not even friction, and still the tip of his dick was already slick, beading with precum from how turned on he was.]
I... okay.
[It was cheating, really, asking him when he had his fingers wound around Ronan's dick, had the dreamer pressed to his shoulder and his hands trembling as they clung to Kavinsky. Like the boy with the tattoos that most people thought was a walking threat was already starting to come apart under his hands. He was sensitive, easy to pull reactions from. No one had ever touched him like this and fuck, but he wanted it, he wanted him and as trashy a location as this might be, he couldn't help himself.]
I'll leave in the morning.
[Gansey would worry, he knew. But for once he didn't want to think about how Gansey would feel about what he wanted. He just wanted to feel it. He's been to K's house before, but this feels different. It feels like agreeing to something, like admitting that his dreams are right, that K does know what he wants.]