Ronan Lynch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
threesecrets) wrote2021-05-11 01:16 am
threesecrets) wrote2021-05-11 01:16 am
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Kavinsky was also impatient, and as soon as he had Ronan's pants open, he shoved a hand into his underwear, desperate to feel and touch him. Where Proko was a slow-burning fire, Kavinsky was a hurricane. He wanted and wanted and wanted. He also took and took, and when it was Proko, he always let him. He hoped Ronan could handle him, but Proko was there too and maybe that would balance things out a little.
Groaning against Ronan's mouth, Kavinsky pulled away a fraction, a little breathless. A bed probably would have been a better place for this, but he couldn't be bothered to even suggest moving at this point. He'd make it work. He also really needed to get Ronan's pants off but he was a bit distracted.]
God, you're- [He took a breath, kissed the corner of Ronan's mouth.] -fucking hot.
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He wants K to take and he wants to give, and he wants Proko, even if he's too inexperienced, too new to be good at splitting his attention between the two of them. Too caught up in kissing Kavinsky, even when it becomes more like gasping against his mouth, breathless and needy. He squirms a little, fingers shoving at the waist of his jeans, trying to kick them lower, give the other boy more access.
Eager, but he can't help himself. He needs more, and it feels like he isn't the only one.
A bed probably would have been a good idea, but Ronan has no more inclination to stop and move than either of the other two boys. He murmurs, chases that kiss when K presses one at the corner of his mouth. He's flushed and heated, and every beat of his heart feels like a cry for more.]
I-- I need you.
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I'm getting there.
[He assured him, reluctantly removing his hand from Ronan's underwear to start shimmying his pants down.
Ronan wasn't left without contact though- while Kavinsky worked on that, Proko looped an arm around Ronan's waist and curled his fingers around his erection, firm but almost tender when he started stroking him. Hand moving slow and steady, Proko started sucking a bruise onto the side of Ronan's neck, determined to leave a mark.
Kavinsky got Ronan's pants, underwear, and shoes off, albeit with a bit of struggling, and dropped them all unceremoniously to the floor. He took a moment to admire the sight of the other boy, nude, Prokopenko's hands and mouth on him, and then leaned in to kiss him again.
Letting it linger, he pondered the best way of doing this, how he was going to position everyone to get the most out of the moment. He could be selfish but- he didn't want to leave Proko out. His dream boy was sharing so well, after all.]
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He murmurs in understanding, agreement, when Kavinsky says he's getting there, and manages not to protest when he pulls his touch away to start working his pants down.
But Ronan sighs in soft pleasure, breathes the boy's name onto the air as Proko replaced K's touches. Fingers curled around his erection, firm but somehow it felt a little sweet, too. He was all soft sounds, his hips jerking unevenly up into his touch. He does his best to move how Kavinsky needs to get his clothes off, but it's hard to not be distracted.
He tilts his head, giving Prokopenko better access to his neck, almost like an invitation as he starts sucking a mark into his neck. It felt hard enough to linger, but more than that it was hot in a way he couldn't have explained. Something about having the boy's touch marked on his skin, like something he could touch. Like this wasn't transient- it was something he could hold onto.
He wants to touch Proko, to get his hands on the other boy. But in order to do that he'd have to move out of his lap, stop leaning up against him, and he doesn't want to lose the safety of his body. Kavinsky kisses him again, and he almost purrs, kisses him back, eager and needy. He didn't quite know how this would work, but he trusted them. He wanted-- he wanted them both. He wanted to keep them, to wrap himself between them.
He felt greedy, he wanted all that he could have, enough to wrap him in safety and pleasure. He was inexperienced, maybe a little clumsy, but he was eager.]
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Kavinsky touched Ronan's knee, a slight brush of his hand, and broke away from the kiss reluctantly.]
Need to get you lying down.
[Stretched out on the couch, he meant. He didn't seem particularly in a rush though--if anything, he seemed distracted by watching Proko working on leaving a mark on Ronan's neck. Eventually, though, he did say-]
Proko.
[With great reluctance, Proko lifted his head, peering at Kavinsky over Ronan's shoulder. Right. Moving. His hands stilled, sliding to Ronan's hips instead. He shifted a little, gently nudging the other boy. He'd cradle Ronan's head in his lap after all was said and done as far as repositioning went, but they had to get there, first.]
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A dreamer and a dream; of course he needed them like breathing.
He murmured when Kavinsky pulled back from the kiss, but managed to let that be his only protest, breathing a soft agreement to his instruction. But it was hard to move with Proko's mouth on his neck, intent on sucking a mark into his skin, and Ronan so very willing to let him. His body was all heat, all want- but when Proko did finally stop, Ronan cooperated. Easily shifting under the boys' hands as he was laid out on the couch, flushed and breathless.
He ends up with his head in Proko's lap, looking up at Kavinsky all helplessly starry eyed. He wants this, he wants them. He's sure someone would tell him it was wrong, but he needs it too much to care. He needs to touch them, to feel Kavinsky inside his skin.
Ronan doesn't think he's ever wanted anything the way that he wants them.]
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While K positioned himself, half-kneeling-half-sitting between Ronan's legs, Proko petted Ronan's hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp with each pass. With Ronan's head in his lap there wasn't much he could do to hide how hard he was, clothed or not. It was even more difficult not to get distracted with fantasies, imagining the dreamer's mouth on his dick. Maybe after- he knew K wouldn't leave him out.
With a quiet murmur, Kavinsky pressed a slick finger against Ronan's ass, circling before pushing in slowly. There was a part of him that wanted to skip this and get to the main event but- there was something to be said about taking things slower, too. Or at least safely.]
I always accept Starbucks! <3
And more than that, because he wanted him too. It was greedy, maybe a little bit shameful if he let his thoughts wander in that direction, but he wanted Proko. He wanted to touch him, and feel him. He wanted to feel his pleasure with his skin or lips or however they fit together. He'd never had someone's dick in his mouth, but he'd heard about it of course, enough to have the idea in his head. To wonder what it would feel like. He reaches up, a little unsure, palming fingers against Proko through his jeans, like he might have been about to work on getting them undone--
But Kavinsky presses a lube-slick finger into his body and he gasps, skin flushed and the slow way K sinks his finger into him makes it so it mostly just feels good. There's an ache to it, with the way that his body stretches. Ronan tenses at first, but then he relaxes enough for K to ease his finger into the other boy, a helpless moan on his mouth as his hips lift at the feeling.
In truth, Ronan was reckless enough that he wasn't really a fan of taking things slow himself. He wants Kavinsky and Proko to set him on fire, to ruin him in the ways he'd only ever imagined. But he was willing to be patient, to let them show him. But when he can think again, when he remembers how to breathe, his fingers catch on the zipper of Proko's jeans, looking up at the other boy to make sure it's okay.
On another day, he would have been too in his own head, overthinking and scared of everything this meant. But now was-- it was something else. Almost like a dream, when all he could do was want and feel. Where for the first time in months it felt like there was something that could fill the holes in his life.]
:3
So K went slow, pushed in slow, gaze flickering from Ronan's thighs to his face. The way the other boy moaned sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted- he wanted everything. He thought maybe he'd get it, too, if he played his cards right.
On the other hand, Proko's heart nearly stopped in his chest for a moment at the feeling of Ronan's fingers pressing on his jeans. And the way he looked at him, like he was making sure it was okay- it was sweet and Proko would've kissed him if he could've reached. Instead, he murmured a breathless-]
Shit. Yeah, go for it.
[Kavinsky, working his finger steadily, watched them with a smirk on his lips.]
Am I going to get a show?
[He wasn't even teasing; he was genuinely too turned on at the idea to even consider being a dick about it.]
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He smiles up at Proko at the way that he curses, breathless gives him permission, and Ronan's quick to pop the button on his jeans and start easing the zipper down. He flushes as he looks back at Kavinsky, nodding slowly, because it doesn't sound like an objection. If anything it sounds like he likes the idea, like he wants to watch.]
Yeah. I'm not gonna leave him out. Not when you're both being so good to me.
[Ronan's a little bit clumsy with it, because he's never had to figure out how to get someone else's dick out of their jeans before, and certainly not from this angle. But he manages it carefully, stroking fingers slowly along the shaft, touching to learn the shape of him in his fingers. He murmurs in soft appreciation, shifting to brush his cheek against him and then dragging his tongue against the flesh. The skin of his cock almost velvet soft against his mouth, and somehow there was something impossibly hot about touching Proko like this.
He presses back onto that finger stroking against his insides, his eyes flicking back to meet Kavinsky's. He was trying to split his attention between them, both because he didn't want one of them to think they were important, and just selfishly because he needed them both.]
I can-- I think I can take more.
[Looking up into Kavinsky's eyes, because he means it. Or thinks he means it, at least. Of course what he's really saying is that he wants more. Now that he can breathe okay with Kavinsky's finger inside of him, he wants him to stretch him open again. He wants him to give him enough that he can let the other boy fuck him, so he can take what they're both yearning for.
Of course, he says this with his mouth sliding against Proko's cock, leaving a slick trail of saliva where he drags his tongue. He's not shy about putting on a show for him, not tonight, letting these two boys see how much he wants everything he's denied himself. It feels like they maybe buried the guilt and the shame along with the creature Ronan had brought back from his dreams. He's not quite ambitious enough to try sliding him fully into his mouth yet, seeing how much of him he can fit between his lip. But something in the way that he touches Proko, all lips and tongue and stroking what his mouth doesn't reach says he's probably working up to it.]
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Okay.
[Kavinsky was going to trust that Ronan knew what he could handle in this regard and started to work a second finger into him, a little impatient, but as slow and steady as he could manage. He was always the one who rushed things, even when it came to himself, and Proko was usually the one who- well, no, saying he was the one who took it slow would be a lie. But Proko was good at making sure Kavinsky didn't accidentally hurt someone else. Even if he was wholly distracted by Ronan.
Proko didn't care if Ronan had never done this before; there was always time to experience new things and learn and he could be a patient teacher--and guinea pig. If only learning all new things was as pleasant as this.]
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But then Kavinsky is adding another finger, and Ronan gasps, breathless. He doesn't mean to stop paying attention to Prokopenko, but the feeling of it steals his attention. The way that suddenly Kavinsky's fingers are pushing back into him and it's thicker, it stretches him open all over again. Ronan is clearly bad at restraint himself, because it doesn't take him much time to tilt his hips into Kavinsky's touch. Not quite pressing back against his fingers just yet, but his want is clear. He's flushed, and god but he wants to touch Kavinsky, but he feels like reaching out to him right now would just be getting in his own way.
He does't forget about Proko entirely, though, shifting so that he can lick against his cock, and this time he slowly wraps his mouth around the head of his cock, sucking softly, murmuring into the contact of it, flesh against his tongue.]