Open RP Post

[burnyoudown]

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[threesecrets]

Just a little.

[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.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky didn't give a single flying fuck how good or bad Ronan was at kissing. Inexperience was endearing in this case and he would gladly teach the other boy through practice. Really, it would just be an excuse to kiss even more.

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.]