[He drank in every sound Ronan made, every move he made. Every little thing was fuel for Kavinsky's fire, burning him hotter and brighter. He practically hummed with energy, with aliveness. This had everything to do with their shared want and desire and nothing to do with wanting to impress Ronan. Maybe a little bit to do with wanting to please the boy who'd dreamed him to life, and he wondered, for a moment, if that had been how Prokopenko felt about things. He pushed those thoughts away though because he didn't want to think about anything or anyone but Ronan right now.
Kavinsky would accept this offering, the lotion. It was close enough and it would do the job. He didn't get a good look at the bottle for a long minute though; he was too busy kissing Ronan and couldn't bring himself to pull his mouth away. Eventually, he did, at the same time reluctantly letting go of Ronan's dick so he could take the lotion and get a better look at it.]
Good enough.
[He decided.
With even more reluctance, he slid to the side so he could hook his fingers around the top of Ronan's pajama pants and start pulling them down.] Hips up. [Because it was easier that way, and he could pull them down more smoothly, dumping them on the floor. While he was at it, he shucked his own boxers, kicking them in a random direction. Then he popped open the lotion, smearing it on his fingers before pressing them between Ronan's asscheeks, sliding just one into him, slowly.]
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Kavinsky would accept this offering, the lotion. It was close enough and it would do the job. He didn't get a good look at the bottle for a long minute though; he was too busy kissing Ronan and couldn't bring himself to pull his mouth away. Eventually, he did, at the same time reluctantly letting go of Ronan's dick so he could take the lotion and get a better look at it.]
Good enough.
[He decided.
With even more reluctance, he slid to the side so he could hook his fingers around the top of Ronan's pajama pants and start pulling them down.] Hips up. [Because it was easier that way, and he could pull them down more smoothly, dumping them on the floor. While he was at it, he shucked his own boxers, kicking them in a random direction. Then he popped open the lotion, smearing it on his fingers before pressing them between Ronan's asscheeks, sliding just one into him, slowly.]