[Ronan wasn't casual about Kavinsky either, if he was honest. He did his best to pretend, admittedly, but he was in over his head every time they met- every party, every race, Kavinsky got under his skin until he couldn't help dreaming about him, aching about him. Ronan distinctly wasn't capable of casual sex, so the fact that he's letting this happen says a lot. No one's ever put hands on him like this, touched him like this. But it's terrifying, too. Because Ronan is sure that he doesn't get to keep him, even if he wants to.
It was less that Ronan didn't want to give him a chance and more that Ronan didn't think he'd hold his attention once he peeled back the layers and saw how soft he was under all the sharp edges.
But that's a worry to think about later, because-- because right now he can't think about anything. All he can do is moan, helpless as his hips stutter, twitching against K's hand as the other boy jerked him off. That sinful mouth wrapped around the head of his erection, and the sound he makes is choked on his lips. He's glad there's a locked door behind him, otherwise he's pretty sure he'd be on the floor with Kavinsky. As much as he'd tried to seem unaffected, he didn't think he was going to last long like this.
His fingers petting through the strands of his hair, not pulling, but touching, curling at the back of his neck and then catching on his dark hair again. He's never done this before, and Kavinsky is taking him apart like it's easy. Ronan doesn't want him to stop for anything. This feels.. he couldn't put it into words. Like something he's needed without knowing how to ask for it, even if he could. He can't stop watching, a memory he wants to keep forever, no matter how trashy the place around them might be. All he cared about was how he touched him.]
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It was less that Ronan didn't want to give him a chance and more that Ronan didn't think he'd hold his attention once he peeled back the layers and saw how soft he was under all the sharp edges.
But that's a worry to think about later, because-- because right now he can't think about anything. All he can do is moan, helpless as his hips stutter, twitching against K's hand as the other boy jerked him off. That sinful mouth wrapped around the head of his erection, and the sound he makes is choked on his lips. He's glad there's a locked door behind him, otherwise he's pretty sure he'd be on the floor with Kavinsky. As much as he'd tried to seem unaffected, he didn't think he was going to last long like this.
His fingers petting through the strands of his hair, not pulling, but touching, curling at the back of his neck and then catching on his dark hair again. He's never done this before, and Kavinsky is taking him apart like it's easy. Ronan doesn't want him to stop for anything. This feels.. he couldn't put it into words. Like something he's needed without knowing how to ask for it, even if he could. He can't stop watching, a memory he wants to keep forever, no matter how trashy the place around them might be. All he cared about was how he touched him.]
K--
[Ronan gasps his name like a prayer.]