[He smiled sadly. Ronan deserved good things. He deserved good dreams. Kavinsky knew it wasn't easy to have good dreams and that just because you could control them sometimes didn't mean you could give yourself good dreams every night. He was sure Ronan had terrible dreams more than anything else and honestly, he knew how that went.]
Yeah, I'll show you everything.
[It was a promise. He would give Ronan things to have good dreams about. They'd build a life together, compile good experiences and memories and make up for everything that'd happened before.
And god, but every time they said I love you, it felt a little more true and real and meaningful. Kavinsky's chest swelled with fondness every time and he didn't care in the slightest that they'd become the sort of couple he'd tease and poke fun at back in Henrietta. The kind who made heart eyes at each other all the time and couldn't keep their hands off each other. He understood it all now.]
Yeah, good point. You gotta go for what you want.
[He wrestled out of his pants and boxers successfully, dropping them to the floor (though it was closer to flinging them over the side of the bed), and smiled as he sat up again.]
Fingers first or-?
[Impatient, him? Nah, never. He asked while skimming a hand over Ronan's hip, up his side, and back down again, touching him for the sake of it, because he needed something to do with his hands and Ronan was literally right there.]
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Yeah, I'll show you everything.
[It was a promise. He would give Ronan things to have good dreams about. They'd build a life together, compile good experiences and memories and make up for everything that'd happened before.
And god, but every time they said I love you, it felt a little more true and real and meaningful. Kavinsky's chest swelled with fondness every time and he didn't care in the slightest that they'd become the sort of couple he'd tease and poke fun at back in Henrietta. The kind who made heart eyes at each other all the time and couldn't keep their hands off each other. He understood it all now.]
Yeah, good point. You gotta go for what you want.
[He wrestled out of his pants and boxers successfully, dropping them to the floor (though it was closer to flinging them over the side of the bed), and smiled as he sat up again.]
Fingers first or-?
[Impatient, him? Nah, never. He asked while skimming a hand over Ronan's hip, up his side, and back down again, touching him for the sake of it, because he needed something to do with his hands and Ronan was literally right there.]