Joseph ♔ Kavinsky (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
burnyoudown) wrote2021-07-18 04:56 pm
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As dream-like as the moment felt, he knew he had to be awake right now because Ronan kissed him way more gently than he ever did in Kavinsky's dreams. It made his heart stutter.
Without hesitation, he reached up to grab onto Ronan's shoulder, fingers pressing against his skin, and kissed him back. He took care not to be too aggressive, but he clearly knew what he was doing. He wanted to kiss Ronan forever, to make out until their mouths were sore, but he drew back after a moment or two-]
I guess we've been dreaming the same things.
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His skin felt hot, like he was burning, and not because of the heat or the sunlight, or anything except the boy he was pressed against. Ronan didn't know how to want someone in pieces, how to have restraint when it came to feeling things. He wouldn't have kissed him if he didn't want everything. He wanted it all, but K had never seemed... Ronan hadn't either, if he's being fair. Not in fucking Henrietta, Virginia. Not when it would mean being vulnerable.
He'd half expected Kavinsky to punch him, somehow. The fact that he wanted him was almost more difficult. But he doesn't pull away, just leans into the pressure of K's fingers against his shoulder. His voice is soft, almost fond.]
Yeah, it seems like it.
[He pulls back, but lest Kavinsky think that Ronan's pulling away from him, he just takes his dreamt sunglasses off, folding them and setting them on the hood of the car, before flicking his fingertips against the temple of K's shades, a slight hint of laughter to his voice.]
I'm not fucking making out with you with your shades on, asshole.
[Which was a way of saying- Ronan would kiss him again. If he wanted to. He just wanted to see his eyes when he did it.]
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Gonna make me suffer for the pleasure of kissing you, huh?
[It sounded more like a joke than like he really minded. And really, he didn't mind that much. Even if he squinted after he took off his sunglasses, setting them to the side.
His fingers drifted across Ronan's shoulder, up the side of his neck, to brush along the back of his head. His touch was almost feather-light, and not because he was worried about breaking Ronan. More like he was worried about spooking him and sending him running. He didn't want to ruin this moment.
He leaned in closer-]
Lucky for you, you're worth it.
[-and then kissed Ronan again.]
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[Ronan grins, leaning in a little bit in anticipation. Fuck but he's beautiful. It makes his heartbeat hitch just to look at him, just thinking about-- And then he shivers with the way that Kavinsky's fingers trail from his shoulders up against his neck. It's feather-light, gentle in a way that makes his skin feel hyperaware of the contact.
Ronan reaches up to brush fingers against the side of Kavinsky's face, looking into his eyes. Touching just because he can, just because he doesn't have to hide it anymore. He's not running, even if his heart races in his chest and he knows there are all sorts of reasons why this is a bad idea.
But he's tipsy on beer and dreams and the proximity of the other boy. And he just doesn't care.
He flushes a little when Kavinsky tells him that he's worth it. And then the other dreamer kisses him, and Ronan kisses him back without hesitation. It's not as soft and sweet as the first time, it's want-want-want, even if he's not as good at it as K is, there's heat and enthusiasm. And Ronan is a fast learner.
But for the moment he just gives Kavinsky everything that he can, fingers curling into the short strands of his hair, his other hand splaying against the side of his ribs, clinging with all the desperation he's been hiding behind fists and clenched teeth and venom.]
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He wanted more than kissing, and for a change he didn't mean sex, though he wanted that, too. He wanted to be able to call Ronan his, to know that even if they fought or Ronan ghosted him or whatever, he'd still have the other boy. At the same time, he was a little afraid that Ronan might not want that, that this was just kissing in the heat of the moment, figuratively and literally.]
I want you- [Kavinsky murmured in between kisses.] As in- [Not how Ronan would probably take it. It was easy to default to sex when Kavinsky was that kind of person, but.] -I want you to be my boyfriend.
[He'd never had a boyfriend before, not really, but he wanted Ronan more than he wanted to live. He needed him like he needed to breathe. And maybe he was in love but he was keeping that card close to his chest for now. He was sure talking about something like that would scare Ronan away.]