[He needed this, needed him, he needed K's breath on his skin, his mouth against his own, the way their kisses were desperate and demanding. Just another way of saying more. He was all fire, all lust and desire and the ache for the impossible boy that he'd dreamed back into his life. He takes the lotion and his fingers pull away from his cock, and it makes him whimper in the back of his throat with how much he craves it.
He cooperates, lifting his hips to make it easier for him to pull down his pajamas, leaving Ronan naked and exposed like this. But caught up in the moment he isn't worried about it for the moment, just so long as the other boy was close. As long as Kavinsky was going to touch him. He gasps, sharp and hot and breathless as his fingers slick with lotion press against him, one finger pressing slowly into him and he trembles with the feel of it. He has to fight to remember how to breathe, thighs spread and he groans with the feeling of it.]
Fuck, K..
[His voice is all heat, face tilting to the side like he can hide the fact of how new to this he is. As if Kavinsky hadn't been in his dreams, hadn't seen how Ronan's dreams of desire were all malformed things of wanting without the shape to put to it, until K had shown him. This isn't much different, but it feels different, the reality of it, the way that it's hot on his skin.]
Please--
[He needs him, needs more. He wants Kavinsky to ruin him in all the ways he can't say, needs to hold onto him. That way that in dreams bodies could become the same, and here, he still wants as close as they're allowed.]
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He cooperates, lifting his hips to make it easier for him to pull down his pajamas, leaving Ronan naked and exposed like this. But caught up in the moment he isn't worried about it for the moment, just so long as the other boy was close. As long as Kavinsky was going to touch him. He gasps, sharp and hot and breathless as his fingers slick with lotion press against him, one finger pressing slowly into him and he trembles with the feel of it. He has to fight to remember how to breathe, thighs spread and he groans with the feeling of it.]
Fuck, K..
[His voice is all heat, face tilting to the side like he can hide the fact of how new to this he is. As if Kavinsky hadn't been in his dreams, hadn't seen how Ronan's dreams of desire were all malformed things of wanting without the shape to put to it, until K had shown him. This isn't much different, but it feels different, the reality of it, the way that it's hot on his skin.]
Please--
[He needs him, needs more. He wants Kavinsky to ruin him in all the ways he can't say, needs to hold onto him. That way that in dreams bodies could become the same, and here, he still wants as close as they're allowed.]