[Ronan just wanted to hold and cherish Kavinsky forever. Tangled limbs and tangled lips, the sweetest words that Ronan hadn't been able to say for anyone else. Ronan had never really had a love-hate relationship with Kavinsky, anyway. He'd loved Kavinsky and hated himself for it, because of other people's rules, outdated ideas of right and wrong, and ones certainly never intended for what Ronan was. But it had been easy to lash out with venomed teeth, and Kavinsky has seemed capable of taking it, handling Ronan at his worst.
But he didn't want him to have to. Or he at least wanted to prove to Kavinsky that it was worth it.
He didn't have enough faith in himself to believe that he'd never lash out, say something cruel that the other boy didn't deserve. But he wanted.. he wanted to love him enough that he could tell the difference. What he meant and what was just Ronan lashing out at the world.
He didn't think he'd ever wanted anything as much as he wanted Kavinsky. He murmured sweetly as their foreheads rested together, moaning softly into the space between them, and he curls fingers at the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Desperate and hungry, all heat and want and need; his hips pressing into Kavinsky's touch, his pale skin flushed with arousal and pleasure, letting the other boy ruin him so sweetly.
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But he didn't want him to have to. Or he at least wanted to prove to Kavinsky that it was worth it.
He didn't have enough faith in himself to believe that he'd never lash out, say something cruel that the other boy didn't deserve. But he wanted.. he wanted to love him enough that he could tell the difference. What he meant and what was just Ronan lashing out at the world.
He didn't think he'd ever wanted anything as much as he wanted Kavinsky. He murmured sweetly as their foreheads rested together, moaning softly into the space between them, and he curls fingers at the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Desperate and hungry, all heat and want and need; his hips pressing into Kavinsky's touch, his pale skin flushed with arousal and pleasure, letting the other boy ruin him so sweetly.
God, he wanted this forever. Wanted him forever.]