[Ronan jerks Kavinsky off in the bathroom, tender and eager, his body tucked into the other boy's, holding each other like this meant more than words could say. His face was tucked into his shoulder and he left teeth marks against the side of his neck, sucked a hickie into his skin- marking him a little, without even really thinking about it. But Ronan Lynch was a possessive creature once you got to his heart. And that was sort of why he'd always shied from letting him in. Because he didn't think that he'd know how to take it back. But this didn't feel like something that Kavinsky was going to walk away from -- or maybe that was just how in over his head he was.
His orgasm spills on Ronan's fingers and the rest of it on the floor, which Ronan would feel bad about if he wasn't sure that it was probably not the worst thing that had ended up on the bathroom floor. He liked the size of him, how he felt in his hand, thick and with a decent length but without being intimidating. The few times he'd risked looking up gay porn he'd both been sure he wanted someone to fuck him, and also that if anyone tried it with a dick that size he'd probably chicken out.
Almost without thinking about it, Ronan ends up sucking two of his fingers into his mouth, licking the other boy's cum from his skin. Just tasting him for a moment, and it's different than he'd imagined, but it isn't bad, either, not bitter. He doesn't say the sort of filthy shit guys say in porn videos- something about you taste so good or whatever- but he sort of thinks it, anyway. And there's something in the way that he looks at Kavinsky, flushed and flustered, but he shakes it off, looks away before Kavinsky can make something out of it.
There's a moment, after he gets cleaned up and slides his damp hands against his face like that will make him seem less like Kavinsky had sucked him off in the bathroom, when they're walking back to the parking lot, and it occurs to him that he could leave. On another night, he probably would have. He'd have been too spooked by letting him in this close, by knowing that he'd just changed things, and the idea of following that up with being around him in public would have seemed ludicrous. But tonight is... he doesn't know. It's not just because he said he'd stay the night. Maybe it's that it hadn't felt like just sex. It had felt intimate, too.
So Ronan just shrugs his shoulders and gives Kavinsky a look that's equal parts fierce and filthy, his gaze lingering on the mark he'd left on his neck and fuck-- The sight of it made him so hot he almost wanted to go down on him here in the parking lot, fuck the party. But he tries to not be obvious about it, just grins with his teeth.]
I'll race you there.
[It was both for the thrill of it, and because -- well, it was an easy excuse to keep track of each other's cars. To not have Ronan's dark BMW disappear into the sea of traffic, and he was sure that Kavinsky would wonder if he'd be there or not. And somehow he wanted him to know the answer, to not have to doubt. But maybe it was easier to take that risk now that he'd started to consider that maybe K would still be there after.]
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His orgasm spills on Ronan's fingers and the rest of it on the floor, which Ronan would feel bad about if he wasn't sure that it was probably not the worst thing that had ended up on the bathroom floor. He liked the size of him, how he felt in his hand, thick and with a decent length but without being intimidating. The few times he'd risked looking up gay porn he'd both been sure he wanted someone to fuck him, and also that if anyone tried it with a dick that size he'd probably chicken out.
Almost without thinking about it, Ronan ends up sucking two of his fingers into his mouth, licking the other boy's cum from his skin. Just tasting him for a moment, and it's different than he'd imagined, but it isn't bad, either, not bitter. He doesn't say the sort of filthy shit guys say in porn videos- something about you taste so good or whatever- but he sort of thinks it, anyway. And there's something in the way that he looks at Kavinsky, flushed and flustered, but he shakes it off, looks away before Kavinsky can make something out of it.
There's a moment, after he gets cleaned up and slides his damp hands against his face like that will make him seem less like Kavinsky had sucked him off in the bathroom, when they're walking back to the parking lot, and it occurs to him that he could leave. On another night, he probably would have. He'd have been too spooked by letting him in this close, by knowing that he'd just changed things, and the idea of following that up with being around him in public would have seemed ludicrous. But tonight is... he doesn't know. It's not just because he said he'd stay the night. Maybe it's that it hadn't felt like just sex. It had felt intimate, too.
So Ronan just shrugs his shoulders and gives Kavinsky a look that's equal parts fierce and filthy, his gaze lingering on the mark he'd left on his neck and fuck-- The sight of it made him so hot he almost wanted to go down on him here in the parking lot, fuck the party. But he tries to not be obvious about it, just grins with his teeth.]
I'll race you there.
[It was both for the thrill of it, and because -- well, it was an easy excuse to keep track of each other's cars. To not have Ronan's dark BMW disappear into the sea of traffic, and he was sure that Kavinsky would wonder if he'd be there or not. And somehow he wanted him to know the answer, to not have to doubt. But maybe it was easier to take that risk now that he'd started to consider that maybe K would still be there after.]