[God, but it was hard not to be distracted by Ronan's hands on him, to resist the urge to get his hands back on Ronan instead of focusing on clothes. It didn't stop him from letting out a breathy moan though, eyes momentarily fluttering shut. It felt so good to be touched, even better to know it was Ronan--his boyfriend.]
That's why it feels like a dream. It's so good.
[It was exactly the sort of self-indulgent thing he would dream for himself, a reality where Ronan loved him and was sweet to him. But he probably wouldn't have been able to get Ronan right, either. It'd been hard enough with Prokopenko, and they'd been a lot closer at the time. Speaking of- he tucked Prokopenko away as a subject to ask about in the future.
Smiling softly, with the sweetest expression he'd maybe ever worn, he took Ronan's face in his hands and kissed him gently. He ached for him, and not just sexually, but in a sympathetic, understanding sort of way. He understood the desire and the thought to have wanted to dream a copy of him, and he was both touched and glad Ronan hadn't tried. Things seemed to be working out, so far.]
I love you, so much.
[He murmured, kissing Ronan on the forehead, then again on the lips. He had so many emotions he felt like he was going to burst. How was he supposed to contain all of them? His other form seemed to have been better for holding everything he felt, but this one was better for loving and living. Those were both things he wanted to do with Ronan.
Pulling back, he took a moment to admire Ronan's nakedness, the lines of his body, bones and muscle and alright, his cock, too. But it was about more than that. It was the sheer beauty and wonder of his existence. And then Ronan said he'd dreamed lube and Kavinsky started to laugh, warm and pleased.]
I like the way you think.
[And it saved them a hell of a lot of trouble.
He took the lube from Ronan, flopping back next to him so he could work on getting his own pants off. It wasn't very graceful, but he didn't have the patience for it right now. He could worry about being sexy about undressing some other time, when they were both a little less desperate for this.]
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That's why it feels like a dream. It's so good.
[It was exactly the sort of self-indulgent thing he would dream for himself, a reality where Ronan loved him and was sweet to him. But he probably wouldn't have been able to get Ronan right, either. It'd been hard enough with Prokopenko, and they'd been a lot closer at the time. Speaking of- he tucked Prokopenko away as a subject to ask about in the future.
Smiling softly, with the sweetest expression he'd maybe ever worn, he took Ronan's face in his hands and kissed him gently. He ached for him, and not just sexually, but in a sympathetic, understanding sort of way. He understood the desire and the thought to have wanted to dream a copy of him, and he was both touched and glad Ronan hadn't tried. Things seemed to be working out, so far.]
I love you, so much.
[He murmured, kissing Ronan on the forehead, then again on the lips. He had so many emotions he felt like he was going to burst. How was he supposed to contain all of them? His other form seemed to have been better for holding everything he felt, but this one was better for loving and living. Those were both things he wanted to do with Ronan.
Pulling back, he took a moment to admire Ronan's nakedness, the lines of his body, bones and muscle and alright, his cock, too. But it was about more than that. It was the sheer beauty and wonder of his existence. And then Ronan said he'd dreamed lube and Kavinsky started to laugh, warm and pleased.]
I like the way you think.
[And it saved them a hell of a lot of trouble.
He took the lube from Ronan, flopping back next to him so he could work on getting his own pants off. It wasn't very graceful, but he didn't have the patience for it right now. He could worry about being sexy about undressing some other time, when they were both a little less desperate for this.]