[Sometimes, it was the odd things that made you feel invincible or electric. Right now, it was Ronan's orgasm, and Kavinsky felt alive, alive. He pulled back just a fraction to give himself some breathing room, so maybe he wouldn't choke (and he didn't). It was a good thing, in a way, that his mouth was occupied, or else his grin would have been savage.
He moaned even though he wasn't the one who'd just came, resisting the urge to touch himself through his jeans, though the desire was strong. His attention flickered between Ronan's face and his dick when the other dreamer pulled back, focusing finally on Ronan's face when he touched his face. Ronan's fingers brushed against his lips and Kavinsky tipped his head, tongue darting out to swipe against the pads of Ronan's fingers. A tease.]
Yeah, you do.
[He pushed himself up to his feet, brushing off the knees of his pants. He was a little breathless, skin a little flushed and warm, and fuck but he wanted more. He wanted to kiss Ronan but he wasn't sure if he should when he'd just had his mouth on his dick.]
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He moaned even though he wasn't the one who'd just came, resisting the urge to touch himself through his jeans, though the desire was strong. His attention flickered between Ronan's face and his dick when the other dreamer pulled back, focusing finally on Ronan's face when he touched his face. Ronan's fingers brushed against his lips and Kavinsky tipped his head, tongue darting out to swipe against the pads of Ronan's fingers. A tease.]
Yeah, you do.
[He pushed himself up to his feet, brushing off the knees of his pants. He was a little breathless, skin a little flushed and warm, and fuck but he wanted more. He wanted to kiss Ronan but he wasn't sure if he should when he'd just had his mouth on his dick.]
Don't worry; I won't let you forget.