[There are caveats there, but rather than getting into them immediately he shifts so that he's laying on top of Kavinsky's chest, cupping his face in his hands so that he can kiss him, slow and lingering and affection that almost tips into desire. He's never felt like he needed a person before; he needed his scholarship, he needed the letters of recommendation from Aglionby, he needed to get into an Ivy League college. But he needed Kavinsky too. He'd never felt as capable of doing the things he desired, as when he was standing at Kavinsky's side.]
Just making out, though. And tell me about it when you can. And then-- we can talk about it, about Ronan. But the kissing wont hurt me.
[He grinned impishly, light and almost playful, like letting him kiss Ronan was almost easy. And it was, honestly. Reaching out he softly brushes his fingers against the side of Kavinsky's face, letting his touch trail against his skin, down to his chest. He likes touching him. Both when it's his cock in his hand, or just like this. Just fingertips, curling against the warmth of his body, so awed that he gets to have this. That he gets Kavinsky, gets a boy with everything that would choose him over anyone else.
There's that quiet implication there that the kissing wont hurt, but that something else could, but Adam doesn't leave it hanging.]
To be honest, Ronan's... more difficult for me. I mean, we spent a year and a half basically competing for Dick's attention and neither of us were even dating him. And back then- I couldn't help comparing myself against him and seeing all the ways that I didn't think I was good enough. But I'm not who I was then. So I'm open to talking about it, seeing what we'd want and what that could look like.
[He looks at K, and he can't help the way his heart skips in his chest, his skin almost electric. Something about the way that Kavinsky says it like a promise, and Adam believes him. Part of his issue with Gansey had always been the knowledge that he'd go where-ever Glendower led him, and it made everything he offered even more toxic than just his carelessness.
And here's Kavinsky, and he says you're not going to lose me like something solid, a foundation; the sort of thing that you built houses on. Or a life.
Adam wants him so much that it feels like it burns him. Fuck.]
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[There are caveats there, but rather than getting into them immediately he shifts so that he's laying on top of Kavinsky's chest, cupping his face in his hands so that he can kiss him, slow and lingering and affection that almost tips into desire. He's never felt like he needed a person before; he needed his scholarship, he needed the letters of recommendation from Aglionby, he needed to get into an Ivy League college. But he needed Kavinsky too. He'd never felt as capable of doing the things he desired, as when he was standing at Kavinsky's side.]
Just making out, though. And tell me about it when you can. And then-- we can talk about it, about Ronan. But the kissing wont hurt me.
[He grinned impishly, light and almost playful, like letting him kiss Ronan was almost easy. And it was, honestly. Reaching out he softly brushes his fingers against the side of Kavinsky's face, letting his touch trail against his skin, down to his chest. He likes touching him. Both when it's his cock in his hand, or just like this. Just fingertips, curling against the warmth of his body, so awed that he gets to have this. That he gets Kavinsky, gets a boy with everything that would choose him over anyone else.
There's that quiet implication there that the kissing wont hurt, but that something else could, but Adam doesn't leave it hanging.]
To be honest, Ronan's... more difficult for me. I mean, we spent a year and a half basically competing for Dick's attention and neither of us were even dating him. And back then- I couldn't help comparing myself against him and seeing all the ways that I didn't think I was good enough. But I'm not who I was then. So I'm open to talking about it, seeing what we'd want and what that could look like.
[He looks at K, and he can't help the way his heart skips in his chest, his skin almost electric. Something about the way that Kavinsky says it like a promise, and Adam believes him. Part of his issue with Gansey had always been the knowledge that he'd go where-ever Glendower led him, and it made everything he offered even more toxic than just his carelessness.
And here's Kavinsky, and he says you're not going to lose me like something solid, a foundation; the sort of thing that you built houses on. Or a life.
Adam wants him so much that it feels like it burns him. Fuck.]