[There was his boy, finally back to himself. He was glad when Ronan didn't push him away; Kavinsky didn't know what he'd do with himself if he had. He didn't handle rejection very well, the Fourth of July had been clear evidence of that. He'd wanted Ronan for so long, biding his time until he'd wandered into Kavinsky's web. He could forgive him for rejecting him before. Probably. Maybe.
He wanted so much in this moment. He wanted to sink his teeth into Ronan, mark him, bury himself in him, make him his. He was used to having everything he wanted, and to have had to wait so long for this- He was almost dizzy with lust and want, he felt like he was burning up.
Rolling his hips down, he bit Ronan's bottom lip before pulling back enough to speak.]
Yeah, sweetheart? Something I can do for you?
[His tone danced the line between kind and unkind, an edge of cruelty but not as sharp as normal. It was as close as he got to tender. No one had ever taught him the gentler side of life. He knew he was a fucked up mess, and he swung wildly from accepting and embracing it to hating himself. He found he didn't hate himself in this moment, with Ronan beneath him, hands on him. He could forget about everything but the shape of Ronan's mouth, the feel of his hands.]
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He wanted so much in this moment. He wanted to sink his teeth into Ronan, mark him, bury himself in him, make him his. He was used to having everything he wanted, and to have had to wait so long for this- He was almost dizzy with lust and want, he felt like he was burning up.
Rolling his hips down, he bit Ronan's bottom lip before pulling back enough to speak.]
Yeah, sweetheart? Something I can do for you?
[His tone danced the line between kind and unkind, an edge of cruelty but not as sharp as normal. It was as close as he got to tender. No one had ever taught him the gentler side of life. He knew he was a fucked up mess, and he swung wildly from accepting and embracing it to hating himself. He found he didn't hate himself in this moment, with Ronan beneath him, hands on him. He could forget about everything but the shape of Ronan's mouth, the feel of his hands.]