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[burnyoudown]

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[threesecrets]

[God, Kavinsky moans and Ronan-- he can't even put the feeling into thought. It's just.. feeling like he wants to hear it again. And again, wants to hear it forever, till the end of his days; however long that might be. In truth it's another question that he doesn't have the answer to. But this- he wants to make Kavinsky sound like that as often as he can, wants to touch his boyfriend or slide their bodies together, and just take every excuse he can to make them both feel good.

Because fuck, he knows they both need it.]

Mm, maybe you should show me, later. After we fix the world. 'Cause I was never as good at that- good dreams. Not without Lindenmere. Or you.

[He flushes a little bit, and when Kavinsky takes his face in his hands, he kisses him back, sweet and gentle, a hand pressing to the side of the other boy's face, letting his other hand slide up along his spine, caressing, but also just- soaking up the feel of him in every touch. Not because he wanted to dream him, but because he wanted to remember. He wanted to be able to feel him and remember what his kisses felt like, how drunk he felt just on proximity when they were near each other. No matter what happened, he wanted... he wanted to keep this. He wanted to bury it in his heart like a truth no one could take from him.

His boyfriend.]

I love you too, forever.

[He knew he'd said it before, but somehow it felt like it meant more every time he said it, not less. It felt like he suddenly understood everything he'd lost, everything he'd been denying Adam by refusing to say I love you. He gasped, helpless, because there was something about having the boy kiss his forehead. It felt nostalgic, not quite enough to remind him of his mother, but it did remind him of that sweetness. Ronan was struggling too with the sheer feeling of how many emotions he had running through him. It made him think that maybe there were things that other form was better for expressing; that maybe tendril-to-tendril it'd be easier to tell/show Kavinsky just how much he felt for him, how much he loved him. Show him the things he'd felt when he was young and foolish and scared.

But Kavinsky laughs and Ronan grins, wicked and suggestive and almost a little bit proud.]

I thought you might appreciate the gesture. And I had no idea where the fuck we'd end up, and so I wanted- to make sure nothing got in the way. I knew I wouldn't be able to dream it after.

[The way that Kavinsky strips might not be overly graceful, but Ronan still thinks that it's beautiful. Because he's beautiful. And every exposed inch of skin sends a desperate surge through his heart. This amazing, wonderful, gorgeous creature, and Ronan got to keep him. Got to offer him his skin and trust that Kavinsky wanted it as much as he did. His boyfriend. And he meant it, really meant it, in all the ways that had been why Adam broke up with him. If anything, this soothed the last jagged pieces of that break, not just because he had someone else, but because he understood it better now, why they'd fallen apart, what it had been supposed to feel like. It made him even more assured that he and Parrish had always been best as friends.

But that isn't who he's thinking about at the moment. He's laying back, all bedroom eyes, his body like an invitation as he whimpers his name. God he needs this. He needs him.]

[burnyoudown]

[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.]