[Kavinsky was well aware. He was painfully aware. There was a reason he wasn't diving into things as fast as he would be normally. That reason was thus; he wanted to ruin Ronan, not do real damage. He might have been primarily concerned with his own wants and needs, but he wanted things to be good for Ronan, too. That was half the fun. So he took his time, no matter how much he wanted to rush, how impatient he was. He moved that one finger lazily, pressing a kiss to Ronan's stomach, his hip, biting gently.]
I'm getting there.
[It was a promise, one he was going to keep.
He licked up the underside of Ronan's cock, to tease him more than anything. Because he could. Because he wanted to. It was an excuse to get his mouth on him, however briefly. Even now, he was giving in to some of his impatience, pressing in a second finger slowly, keeping an eye on Ronan's face, making sure it wasn't too much too fast. He could be considerate. Sometimes.
Kavinsky ached with want and need. Soon, he told himself. Soon. Making sure Ronan was ready for it--as ready as he could be for K--would be worth it. Attention drifting a moment, he bit Ronan's thigh, not gently. Not too hard, but hard enough.]
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I'm getting there.
[It was a promise, one he was going to keep.
He licked up the underside of Ronan's cock, to tease him more than anything. Because he could. Because he wanted to. It was an excuse to get his mouth on him, however briefly. Even now, he was giving in to some of his impatience, pressing in a second finger slowly, keeping an eye on Ronan's face, making sure it wasn't too much too fast. He could be considerate. Sometimes.
Kavinsky ached with want and need. Soon, he told himself. Soon. Making sure Ronan was ready for it--as ready as he could be for K--would be worth it. Attention drifting a moment, he bit Ronan's thigh, not gently. Not too hard, but hard enough.]