[Ronan exhales and it's almost a laugh, helplessly giddy with the fact that Kavinsky says yes, of course. Ronan's nodding, reaching out tentatively to curl his fingertips at the back of his neck, not drawing him in but just touching because he's allowed to and it feels like a better high than almost anything. That thrill, that promise, promise racing in his veins almost like when he'd first kissed Adam.
He'd been-- fuck, he didn't know. It hadn't felt like a sure thing, Ronan hadn't been sure that Kavinsky wouldn't snarl the sort of words that he deserved.]
Yeah, it does- fuck K, I want you to kiss me.
[His heartbeat is racing in his chest, because- god, he could scarcely believe that he got to be this greedy. He's always been greedy, once you got down to it, but he hated showing it. And his experience with what being involved with multiple people looked like had been Declan and there was no part of how he treated people that Ronan had been willing to emulate.
But he'd talked with Adam- a lot- and figured out that he didn't have to. Slowly he'd figured out that they could do it different. That Ronan could shape this in a way to make sense for him. And this made sense to him. The idea of kissing Kavinsky because he wanted to, and because Adam knew that he wanted to, and because impossibly both boys were willing to let him have what he needed. Because he'd tried to fold the fact that he'd been in love with him into a secret he could hide from himself, tried to keep Kavinsky far enough away that he didn't have to face it--
And it hadn't really been good to either of them. So he he's willing to give him this, his desire and everything he's buried. Because he just wants him. He wants to be honest with the other boy for maybe the first time in all the time that they've spent together. He lets his other hand slide down and catch K's belt loop, tugging the other dreamer in towards him. His intention is to navigate them back into the house, but not just yet. Because he wants this now too.]
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He'd been-- fuck, he didn't know. It hadn't felt like a sure thing, Ronan hadn't been sure that Kavinsky wouldn't snarl the sort of words that he deserved.]
Yeah, it does- fuck K, I want you to kiss me.
[His heartbeat is racing in his chest, because- god, he could scarcely believe that he got to be this greedy. He's always been greedy, once you got down to it, but he hated showing it. And his experience with what being involved with multiple people looked like had been Declan and there was no part of how he treated people that Ronan had been willing to emulate.
But he'd talked with Adam- a lot- and figured out that he didn't have to. Slowly he'd figured out that they could do it different. That Ronan could shape this in a way to make sense for him. And this made sense to him. The idea of kissing Kavinsky because he wanted to, and because Adam knew that he wanted to, and because impossibly both boys were willing to let him have what he needed. Because he'd tried to fold the fact that he'd been in love with him into a secret he could hide from himself, tried to keep Kavinsky far enough away that he didn't have to face it--
And it hadn't really been good to either of them. So he he's willing to give him this, his desire and everything he's buried. Because he just wants him. He wants to be honest with the other boy for maybe the first time in all the time that they've spent together. He lets his other hand slide down and catch K's belt loop, tugging the other dreamer in towards him. His intention is to navigate them back into the house, but not just yet. Because he wants this now too.]