[Forever. The two of them. Kavinsky wanted to hold onto Ronan forever. Just the two of them, curled around each other, tangled limbs, and joined hands. They'd have plenty of time for that; he was determined to believe it. Things were going to be different now, they would make the world a better place and they would be better for each other. There was no reason to pretend he had a love-hate relationship with Ronan anymore, or to feel like he did. There was no hate, only love.
Ronan had experienced the world, at least to a degree. He'd seen some of the things it could offer. And here he was, choosing Kavinsky over every other possibility. At least, that was the impression he'd gotten from listening to everything Ronan had told him while they'd still been in the dream sea. The world hadn't been kind to Ronan, but that was why they were going to fix it after this. Together.]
I love you, too.
[He didn't think he was ever going to get tired of hearing it or saying it. He cared about Ronan too damn much to get tired of anything to do with him. He wanted him so much, more than anything.
His breath stuck in his chest for a moment and he smiled, lifting his head a bit to rest his forehead against Ronan's while he stroked his cock slowly, almost reverently. They were both vastly overdressed and Kavinsky would address that issue--just as soon as he could keep his hands off Ronan long enough to focus on anything else.
His boyfriend. Kavinsky felt it with every beat of his heart.]
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Ronan had experienced the world, at least to a degree. He'd seen some of the things it could offer. And here he was, choosing Kavinsky over every other possibility. At least, that was the impression he'd gotten from listening to everything Ronan had told him while they'd still been in the dream sea. The world hadn't been kind to Ronan, but that was why they were going to fix it after this. Together.]
I love you, too.
[He didn't think he was ever going to get tired of hearing it or saying it. He cared about Ronan too damn much to get tired of anything to do with him. He wanted him so much, more than anything.
His breath stuck in his chest for a moment and he smiled, lifting his head a bit to rest his forehead against Ronan's while he stroked his cock slowly, almost reverently. They were both vastly overdressed and Kavinsky would address that issue--just as soon as he could keep his hands off Ronan long enough to focus on anything else.
His boyfriend. Kavinsky felt it with every beat of his heart.]