I wanna.. I wanna keep you safe. I know it's stupid, but-- you're mine.
[He means what he says; every word, even the last part, the tone of his voice helplessly possessive. Normally he wouldn't have said it outloud, though. But this was different; he'd already lost so much, so much time, so much that he hadn't said, so many feelings that had festered under his ribs like an infection he thought he'd never be able to get out. But Kavinsky was here, in his arms, under his hands, his mouth hot and sweet and God he needed him, he wanted him, he didn't think he'd be able to breathe if he lost him again. Like Kavinsky had dreamt him back to life as much as the reverse.
He held Kavinsky against him, and this time Ronan is the one that almost sobs. But instead he just kisses him again, more, desperate, hot and needy and like this is everything that he thought that he could never have again. He wants to prove to him how wrong he was back in the dreamfield, not just about Kavinsky, but about himself. Ronan couldn't help himself, not because he was touchstarved-- which he sort of is. But because he wants Kavinsky in his skin, wants to breathe in the certainty that he's here and he's staying and that Ronan gets to keep him.
When he breaks the kiss again, he can't help stealing another in between words, like he needs to touch him again every few breaths.]
I don't wanna let go of you. But I know-- I should take you to see Proko. But then I can take you back home with me. And we can just... spend the night with me K, please?
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[He means what he says; every word, even the last part, the tone of his voice helplessly possessive. Normally he wouldn't have said it outloud, though. But this was different; he'd already lost so much, so much time, so much that he hadn't said, so many feelings that had festered under his ribs like an infection he thought he'd never be able to get out. But Kavinsky was here, in his arms, under his hands, his mouth hot and sweet and God he needed him, he wanted him, he didn't think he'd be able to breathe if he lost him again. Like Kavinsky had dreamt him back to life as much as the reverse.
He held Kavinsky against him, and this time Ronan is the one that almost sobs. But instead he just kisses him again, more, desperate, hot and needy and like this is everything that he thought that he could never have again. He wants to prove to him how wrong he was back in the dreamfield, not just about Kavinsky, but about himself. Ronan couldn't help himself, not because he was touchstarved-- which he sort of is. But because he wants Kavinsky in his skin, wants to breathe in the certainty that he's here and he's staying and that Ronan gets to keep him.
When he breaks the kiss again, he can't help stealing another in between words, like he needs to touch him again every few breaths.]
I don't wanna let go of you. But I know-- I should take you to see Proko. But then I can take you back home with me. And we can just... spend the night with me K, please?