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[threesecrets]

[He let Kavinsky push away the tears that wet his lashes, but then softly, sweetly, brushed his fingertips against his eyelids, like he could keep him from tears ever again. Ronan didn't really think that he was capable of it... but god, he wanted to be. He'd never really managed to be that for someone: the thing that chased away the bad dreams. But if Kavinsky was his dream, and for all that Ronan hadn't meant to ask for him, he was probably still the most intentional of his dreams like this. He couldn't help feeling responsible for him, as much as he'd wanted him before, it still made him feel-- protective, in a way that he hadn't before.

But he laughs softly at the question, grinning.]

Never.

[It was maybe not the literal truth, but it was the truth of his heart. He never wanted to take things slowly, not if he could avoid it. Especially not this, not with Kavinsky, whose heart had always raced as fast as Ronan's. All or nothing was a language they both spoke; it was why the idea of wanting him had been so fraught. Because Ronan didn't do anything by half measures- he couldn't just have a little bit of a crush on Kavinsky or something. If he cared he gave all of himself, and back then he'd been dumb and oblivious and scared.

Ronan curled one hand in Kavinsky's shirt, and he kissed him hard; eager and desperate, with a simmering hunger, a desire that he couldn't hide in how he touched him. He doesn't want to take it slow. He will if Kavinsky wants to, of course, but Ronan- he aches for him, for this. He's had so much want and so many dreams and nowhere to put them until Lindenmere had taken them and spun them into something as real as he was. His other hand slid down Kavinsky's body, curling low against his waist.

He wasn't quite groping his ass, but it was clear that the temptation was there. Instead he just moaned softly against Kavinsky's mouth, his blue eyes damp and so he closed them tight, just feeling this, clinging to him like he needed him more than he could say in words.]

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[Ronan's gesture was so gentle, his touch so soft, that a sob heaved in Kavinsky's chest for a moment. Swallowing it down, he smiled when Ronan grinned, and then they were kissing. Kavinsky felt lightheaded and weightless for a few heartbeats.

Then, he pressed closer, pushing himself flush against Ronan, kissing him like his life depended on it. Maybe his life had, once upon a time, but this was different. Things were- they were going to be better now. He was going to be better now. He had his whole life ahead of him--again--and he didn't want to waste this opportunity. He just- he wanted Ronan, so badly.

Someone probably would've expected Kavinsky to be the one to initiate ass groping, but surprisingly, he was keeping his hands above the waist on Ronan's back. It wasn't because he didn't want him, because fuck did he ache for Ronan, but- he was trying to be- something. He couldn't put it into words. Luckily, no one was asking him to.

He wanted this, he wanted Ronan, he wanted- he wanted to see Prokopenko. He wanted to see his boys. He didn't know how he was going to begin to explain things to them, but he wanted to believe they would welcome him back.

And yet he couldn't pull away from Ronan.]

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I wanna.. I wanna keep you safe. I know it's stupid, but-- you're mine.

[He means what he says; every word, even the last part, the tone of his voice helplessly possessive. Normally he wouldn't have said it outloud, though. But this was different; he'd already lost so much, so much time, so much that he hadn't said, so many feelings that had festered under his ribs like an infection he thought he'd never be able to get out. But Kavinsky was here, in his arms, under his hands, his mouth hot and sweet and God he needed him, he wanted him, he didn't think he'd be able to breathe if he lost him again. Like Kavinsky had dreamt him back to life as much as the reverse.

He held Kavinsky against him, and this time Ronan is the one that almost sobs. But instead he just kisses him again, more, desperate, hot and needy and like this is everything that he thought that he could never have again. He wants to prove to him how wrong he was back in the dreamfield, not just about Kavinsky, but about himself. Ronan couldn't help himself, not because he was touchstarved-- which he sort of is. But because he wants Kavinsky in his skin, wants to breathe in the certainty that he's here and he's staying and that Ronan gets to keep him.

When he breaks the kiss again, he can't help stealing another in between words, like he needs to touch him again every few breaths.]

I don't wanna let go of you. But I know-- I should take you to see Proko. But then I can take you back home with me. And we can just... spend the night with me K, please?

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[He was Ronan's in every sense of it. Ronan might not have personally laid down to sleep with the intention of bringing Kavinsky back, but he'd clearly wanted it and his forest had obliged. Kavinsky was his; he couldn't imagine being anyone else's.]

I want to see him. [Murmured between kisses, gentle but firm.] I have to know he's okay.

[It'd eat him alive if he didn't make sure Proko was okay now. He was his best friend; he couldn't just not see him or trust that he was alright.]

And then we can go home--to your home. And I'll stay.

[Of course, he would stay. He couldn't imagine where else he would go. He needed to be with Ronan right now. Needed the other dreamer like he needed to breathe. And- he wanted to keep him safe just as much as Ronan wanted to keep him safe. Together, they could be untouchable.]

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I know. Of course you do.

[Ronan's voice was warm and soothing, trying to make sure that Kavinsky knew that it was okay, that Ronan didn't fault him for it. The greedy part of him wanted to just hold onto him, take their clothes off and touch until he could feel him in his skin. But he wanted to do it someplace more real than in Lindenmere, and as greedy as he was, he knew how important seeing Proko was for Kavinsky.

So he bottled up his desire- or did his best, at least- and instead smiled at him as he laced their fingers together, gently tugging Kavinsky with him as he walked through the trees. It wasn't that there was a specific exit in a place like this, but Ronan walked in a direction with purpose, letting Lindenmere know where he wanted to go, and eventually he'd find his way back to the rocky path that he'd taken to get there in the first place.

He couldn't help staring at Kavinsky for a long moment, holding his hand a little bit tighter. And then he let out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding when he was still here, still real, still Kavinsky.]

C'mon. My car isn't far.

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[He nodded, taking a breath, and then another. It mattered to him that Ronan didn't mind that he needed to see Prokopenko. Proko was his best friend- he was so important, important enough that Kavinsky had brought him back from death. Just like Ronan had done with him. If anyone would understand, Kavinsky knew it would be Ronan.

Kavinsky smiled in return, a little sad if only because he was worried about all of the what ifs. He'd have way less to be concerned about after he'd checked on Proko. Then, whatever troubles came at him, he knew he could face them with Ronan at his side. Brushing his thumb across the back of Ronan's hand, Kavinsky fell into step next to him, looking this way and that as they walked, though his gaze always returned to the boy next to him in the end. It wasn't that he'd never seen a forest before, but he knew this wasn't just a forest. It was special. Magical.

He should-]

Thank you.

[For caring about him even now, for wanting him, for bringing him back from the dead. For going to take him to see Proko. It all meant so much to him; he wasn't sure anyone had ever wanted him this much, before.]