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[burnyoudown]

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[threesecrets]

[Ronan feels alive in a way that he wouldn't even know how to put words to, adrenaline and a nameless thrill that comes just from being close to Kavinsky. Just from the idea of being here with him, at his side, the way that he slides an arm around Ronan's shoulders and leans in close, breathing the same air like there's a secret to tell. Ronan isn't even thinking about it when his hand slips out of the pocket of his jacket so that he can curl it around Kavinsky in response.

His fingers resting on his hip, slipping through the belt loop of his jeans, like there was no one else to see them- or that he didn't care if they did. Holding onto him, keeping him close, and his blue eyes are heated and affected, no matter how much he hates to give away his disinterest, he's already in too deep. He smiles, leaning in close enough that it almost seemed like he was asking for that kiss, standing on the sidewalk outside of the distant hum of music and voices that the party promised.

Kavinsky was unraveling him, offering him the things that Ronan ached for without making him ask for it. To be wanted, to be special and cared for, someone that would stay, would be there even when Ronan was at his worst, hard to tolerate. And yet Kavinsky had never really left him, never judged him for being a difficult creature. Like they were made from the same things.]

Is that a promise? 'Cause I'll hold you to that.

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky grinned, then laughed.

Ronan was gorgeous, even more attractive than he was frustrating at times. But he wouldn't change a single thing about him. He wouldn't be Ronan anymore, then. Kavinsky would take him, all of him, the good and the bad, because nobody was perfect and everyone had flaws. There was nothing wrong with that. It wasn't 'bad' that no one was perfect; he didn't believe true perfection existed with people, just the ability to look past someone's flaws and want them all the same. And fuck, how much he wanted Ronan. It felt like it was consuming him, a desire that would eat him alive if he let it.

He took Ronan's face in his hand and leaned in the rest of the way to kiss him, slow and warm and lingering.]

I'd like it more if you held me to your body. But yeah, I won't disappoint you.

[He hoped he wouldn't, at least. He hoped Ronan wanted the same things he did. Or at least, wanted similar enough things. Kavinsky would pluck the stars out of the sky if it would make Ronan happy--and he could do it, in a way. He could dream star lights, soft, delicate things, though he'd never really tried that sort of thing before. He would for Ronan. But one step at a time, one hurdle at a time, as it was, when the other boy didn't even know he was a dreamer.]