[Ronan didn't know. He'd ask Hennessey about it later, hopefully they could all sit down and she could play teacher and maybe Ronan would figure out if he could make strange creatures that were also sweetmetals; he figured it was the closest that he got to making art. Although, if Kavinsky were to mention it, he would probably be interested in the idea of metalwork or glass- something more tactile than Hennessey's paintings.]
Mm. I want you to make my world explode.
[Ronan was a little bit distracted, with his hands on Kavinsky's hips and the other boy sitting astride him so that all that Ronan could think about was Kavinsky, the boy that he'd loved and lusted after for so long, here, here with him, here in his hands. And he just wanted- he wanted this, he wanted him, he wanted their bodies twined together, bliss and pleasure and the reassurance of Kavinsky's heartbeat under his hand.
So hopefully Kavinsky would forgive him if he was a little distracted, if his mind was in the gutter. He just couldn't help himself. He murmured, kissing him back, like an offer and an invitation, like all the things he hadn't known how to offer back when he'd had the chance. And so maybe he was a bit overt about how much he wanted him- although he did try to be subtle about slipping the small bottle of lube he'd dreamt out of the pocket of his jeans.
He kissed him, helplessly, like Kavinsky was a spark and now Ronan was burning.]
I love you too.
[It felt like the most true thing that he'd ever said in his life.]
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Mm. I want you to make my world explode.
[Ronan was a little bit distracted, with his hands on Kavinsky's hips and the other boy sitting astride him so that all that Ronan could think about was Kavinsky, the boy that he'd loved and lusted after for so long, here, here with him, here in his hands. And he just wanted- he wanted this, he wanted him, he wanted their bodies twined together, bliss and pleasure and the reassurance of Kavinsky's heartbeat under his hand.
So hopefully Kavinsky would forgive him if he was a little distracted, if his mind was in the gutter. He just couldn't help himself. He murmured, kissing him back, like an offer and an invitation, like all the things he hadn't known how to offer back when he'd had the chance. And so maybe he was a bit overt about how much he wanted him- although he did try to be subtle about slipping the small bottle of lube he'd dreamt out of the pocket of his jeans.
He kissed him, helplessly, like Kavinsky was a spark and now Ronan was burning.]
I love you too.
[It felt like the most true thing that he'd ever said in his life.]