No, it was... I was confused, and I didn't feel good enough. If anything I want you too much. But-- c'mon. Your bed is more comfortable if we're gonna talk about this shit.
[He kissed him again, sweet and sentimental, only pulling away so that he could strip in the entryway and not trail muddy bootprints and rainwater all the way to his bedroom. Although he notably doesn't say yes or no to the boyfriend question. Instead, he strips out of everything that's properly wet and not just damp, which ended up being-- well, pretty much everything. He co-opts the coat pegs for his wet clothes, even if he should probably at least toss them in the dryer eventually. He was rather of the opinion that could wait till morning, though.
But for now he was stripped down to moderately-dry socks and boxer briefs, and he pressed himself up against Kavinsky, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind, though he scrunched his face up a little at his damp shirt- even if it was wet from his own clothes. He nudges him a little towards his bedroom, clearly intending to follow, trail along with him.]
I know. I just wanted to make sure. I want-- fuck, I dunno. I wanna do something with you. Stay in bed all day reminding myself how your body feels. Drive out of town somewhere just for the fuck out of it. Let you drive and have a fucking picnic or whatever. Or take you to my place, show you- what the Barns are like. Maybe a little bit of everything, just.. Something.
[He presses a kiss to the curve of his neck; and Ronan might not have said yes, I want to be your boyfriend but there was an implication of it in how he was talking. Ronan didn't even talk like this with Gansey -- there were just, things he wanted to say, questions he wanted to ask. So he knew if he was fucking this up before they'd even started or not.]
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[He kissed him again, sweet and sentimental, only pulling away so that he could strip in the entryway and not trail muddy bootprints and rainwater all the way to his bedroom. Although he notably doesn't say yes or no to the boyfriend question. Instead, he strips out of everything that's properly wet and not just damp, which ended up being-- well, pretty much everything. He co-opts the coat pegs for his wet clothes, even if he should probably at least toss them in the dryer eventually. He was rather of the opinion that could wait till morning, though.
But for now he was stripped down to moderately-dry socks and boxer briefs, and he pressed himself up against Kavinsky, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind, though he scrunched his face up a little at his damp shirt- even if it was wet from his own clothes. He nudges him a little towards his bedroom, clearly intending to follow, trail along with him.]
I know. I just wanted to make sure. I want-- fuck, I dunno. I wanna do something with you. Stay in bed all day reminding myself how your body feels. Drive out of town somewhere just for the fuck out of it. Let you drive and have a fucking picnic or whatever. Or take you to my place, show you- what the Barns are like. Maybe a little bit of everything, just.. Something.
[He presses a kiss to the curve of his neck; and Ronan might not have said yes, I want to be your boyfriend but there was an implication of it in how he was talking. Ronan didn't even talk like this with Gansey -- there were just, things he wanted to say, questions he wanted to ask. So he knew if he was fucking this up before they'd even started or not.]