[Fuck but Ronan was hot. He hardly had to do anything, just exist, and he was hot. And as if that wasn't enough, he agreed to go home with Kavinsky later, like a dream come true. Like something Kavinsky never thought would happen.
He grinned, victorious, to hide the way his heart fluttered in his chest, and kissed Ronan hard.]
You won't regret it.
[It was a promise, not just because Kavinsky was confident in his ability to blow Ronan's mind but because he was invested in this. He didn't want to just fuck Ronan, though that was a long-running fantasy. He was head over heels for the other boy- had been since before he'd discovered he was a dreamer, too. Kavinsky just wasn't sure how to want something without making it sexual. It was easier than admitting there was a soft part of him that wanted romantic things.
He slid his hands to Ronan's hips, holding on to steady himself while he dropped to his knees. The current state of cleanliness of the room didn't matter much to him; his jeans had encountered worse than a bathroom floor. Besides, it wasn't every day he got an opportunity like this. It was more than worth it.
Taking a moment, he admired Ronan's dick, then glanced up with a filthy smirk. Wrapping a hand around the base of it, he swirled his tongue around the head, teasing at first but then slower and more thorough on a second pass. He'd done this before, on more than a few occasions, and normally he'd say he didn't get on his knees for just anyone but the truth was he didn't usually do it for free. Ronan was special though, in so many ways. Kavinsky liked to think they were friends but he wasn't sure the other boy would agree.]
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He grinned, victorious, to hide the way his heart fluttered in his chest, and kissed Ronan hard.]
You won't regret it.
[It was a promise, not just because Kavinsky was confident in his ability to blow Ronan's mind but because he was invested in this. He didn't want to just fuck Ronan, though that was a long-running fantasy. He was head over heels for the other boy- had been since before he'd discovered he was a dreamer, too. Kavinsky just wasn't sure how to want something without making it sexual. It was easier than admitting there was a soft part of him that wanted romantic things.
He slid his hands to Ronan's hips, holding on to steady himself while he dropped to his knees. The current state of cleanliness of the room didn't matter much to him; his jeans had encountered worse than a bathroom floor. Besides, it wasn't every day he got an opportunity like this. It was more than worth it.
Taking a moment, he admired Ronan's dick, then glanced up with a filthy smirk. Wrapping a hand around the base of it, he swirled his tongue around the head, teasing at first but then slower and more thorough on a second pass. He'd done this before, on more than a few occasions, and normally he'd say he didn't get on his knees for just anyone but the truth was he didn't usually do it for free. Ronan was special though, in so many ways. Kavinsky liked to think they were friends but he wasn't sure the other boy would agree.]