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[threesecrets]

 

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[burnyoudown]

[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.]

[threesecrets]

[Ronan is not a boy built for patience, especially not like this, not when his skin is smoldering and he feels like raked-over embers, all raw and burning. And K takes his time, his finger slick as he moves that single digit inside of him. He gasps at the way that his mouth presses to his stomach, then drops to his hip, Ronan's voice shifting into a helpless sort of whine as the other boy bites against his skin. Not hard enough to mark him, but enough that he could feel it. And Ronan was every bit as weak for biting as all of K's dog jokes had ever implied.

He can't help being frustrated, even if it's out of consideration. He feels like he's vibrating with desire. But K licks against his dick and his head goes blissfully blank for a moment. It makes him pliant as the other boy adds another finger, and Ronan lets him press it into his body, his breath uneven and already sort of wrecked. The friction of it, the slick slide of his touch is an ache, and he's hungry for it. His heartbeat is all need, and he lets himself trust that K knows what he wants, and wont be too much of a jerk to give it to him. It's a sort of trust that comes from shared dreams.

He's on edge with anticipation, soft murmurs and whimpers with every shift of his hand. Those dangerous blue eyes clouded ever with desire and lust, all of it for Kavinsky. He'd told him that life wasn't drugs and sex the last time he'd seen him, and his body arches into his touch like an invitation to show him why he was wrong.

Roan moans, helpless at the way his teeth bite into his thigh and it leaves him shivering. That one he thinks will mark, at least for a day or two, hard enough that it makes his hips jerk, has him pressing back against his fingers. A sort of knot of tension in his stomach as K stretches him, opens him up for him. Ronan tight around his fingers and all flushed and unbelievably turned on. No one's ever touched him like this, and the way K gets him ready is almost brain-melting.

They'd touched in dreams, but it was all metaphor and fantasy, wasn't like this, the reality, how visceral it is with heat and promise. The way that K's fingers inside of him make him feel like his skin is boiling. His voice a mess of muttered pleas, catching and breaking on the words as he trembles, needy.]

[burnyoudown]

[Neither was Kavinsky, though taking his time right now had far less to do with patience and more to do with making sure Ronan was ready. And maybe teasing him a little. Kavinsky had dreamed about this, not just with Ronan but earlier than that, during the first time he'd been alive. All the times he'd taunted Ronan, every snide comment he'd ever made, had been partly out of jealousy. For so long he'd wanted Ronan for himself, for them to walk side by side as kings, to have Ronan under his hands like this. They could have done anything, been anything, but he had a second chance now.

He scissored his fingers, kissing along Ronan's thigh for the simple sake of getting his mouth on him. He was half tempted to suck him off, to make him cum like that. But he also wanted to make him wait for it. If things went well he'd have plenty of chances to get on his knees for Ronan, something he didn't do for just anyone. He usually prefered other people on their knees for him. He'd make an exception for Ronan. He'd make a lot of exceptions.]

You've gotta relax.

[He knew. He knew; easier said than done. Especially with how worked up Ronan was, which Kavinsky was never not going to feel smug about. It was all because of him and how much Ronan wanted him. He twisted his fingers, pushing them in deeper, scissored them again. Slow and steady. But his impatience was growing and there was only so much longer he could keep doing this before he just gave up on fingering Ronan.]

Should I make you beg for it?

[As if Ronan hadn't been already, both verbally and nonverbally, begging him with his body, with the way he trembled. Kavinsky was well aware of how much Ronan wanted this, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be a shit about it if given even a sliver of a chance.]