Open RP Post

[burnyoudown]

🔥 Hit me up on plurk or via PM if you have any questions/want to run an idea by me first/what-have-you.
🔥 General squick/trigger list.
🔥 m/m for anything shippy.
🔥 General headcanon for Kavinsky. If you've got different headcanon/ideas for a psl, hit me with 'em; I'm flexible.
🔥 Kavinsky's kink list.
🔥 This is open to everyone who wants to thread with me!

Comments

[threesecrets]

[Emotions were frightening things, for sure. But were they any more terrifying than dreams? He is glad at the way that Kavinsky doesn't flinch when he catches his tears. The way that he takes a deep breath, shaky and flushed and Ronan smiles at him, his blue eyes glimmering as he looks at the other boy. He knows that the idea of life has to be fairly scary- he knows that it is for him anyway. But he wants it. He wants to figure it out.]

Yeah. We can.

[There was so much that he wanted to learn with him, so much that he wanted to teach Kavinsky. What couldn't they accomplish together? Just a small thing, this was. Just changing the world, changing the past to shift the future. And Ronan tosses his arms around his shoulders, leaning in to playfully nip teeth against his ear as he leans in to whisper-]

Now get out of here before things get worse, and come find me for real. It's some place to start, right?

[He presses a kiss to the point of his pulse, a slight flick of his tongue as he pulls away, but holds onto his hand.]

Do you know where to look?

[burnyoudown]

[He drew in another shaky deep breath as Ronan nipped his ear, equal parts still a wreck and turned on. It didn't take much sometimes, especially not when it was his dream boy. He closed his eyes, let himself have a moment to try and put his thoughts in order. Everything was still a mess but- he owed a lot to this Ronan, already, though he wouldn't say as much.

Honestly, it took a lot for him to not make some sort of lewd joke inspired by the kiss to his neck, the kind he'd crack when he was feeling better. Ronan should be impressed; Kavinsky should get a medal.

But at the question, he hesitated, then shook his head.]

I don't.

[He didn't have the faintest clue. He figured though, that Ronan was going to tell him. This wasn't a time for games and he didn't think there was going to be one.]