[Kavinsky had never felt more alive than in this moment. Maybe because he was high on the idea of being real again, maybe because of the way Ronan moved beneath him, the sounds he made. Maybe all of the above.
He let his hands roam across Ronan's neck and shoulders, fingertips dancing over the claws and hooks of his tattoo that crept around his neck. God, he wanted to take Ronan apart, bit by bit, watch him come undone. He wanted all of the things he hadn't been able to have before, and when Ronan grinned, Kavinsky grinned right back. He'd never wanted Ronan more than right now.
Kissing Ronan was a lot better use of his mouth than talking, he could agree to that much. He didn't even try to argue, not yet at least, and kissed Ronan back instead, pressing his tongue into his mouth. Pressing his hips down again when Ronan rolled his up against him, Kavinsky groaned into his mouth. It was good but it wasn't enough. Bracing himself on a forearm, fingers digging into Ronan's shoulder, he reached down between them, shoving any obstacle out of the way, and wrapped his hand around Ronan's dick, grip firm and confident.
Touching Ronan was almost as good as being touched himself and he shivered, pulling away from Ronan's mouth to kiss at his throat, tongue dragging against his skin. Part of him could have been content with just this, but the other part of him wanted more. Needed more.]
Fuck.
[The word came out a groan, but he didn't say anything more.]
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He let his hands roam across Ronan's neck and shoulders, fingertips dancing over the claws and hooks of his tattoo that crept around his neck. God, he wanted to take Ronan apart, bit by bit, watch him come undone. He wanted all of the things he hadn't been able to have before, and when Ronan grinned, Kavinsky grinned right back. He'd never wanted Ronan more than right now.
Kissing Ronan was a lot better use of his mouth than talking, he could agree to that much. He didn't even try to argue, not yet at least, and kissed Ronan back instead, pressing his tongue into his mouth. Pressing his hips down again when Ronan rolled his up against him, Kavinsky groaned into his mouth. It was good but it wasn't enough. Bracing himself on a forearm, fingers digging into Ronan's shoulder, he reached down between them, shoving any obstacle out of the way, and wrapped his hand around Ronan's dick, grip firm and confident.
Touching Ronan was almost as good as being touched himself and he shivered, pulling away from Ronan's mouth to kiss at his throat, tongue dragging against his skin. Part of him could have been content with just this, but the other part of him wanted more. Needed more.]
Fuck.
[The word came out a groan, but he didn't say anything more.]