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[threesecrets]

 

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[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky was trying so hard not to take things too fast, no matter how much he wanted to. He didn't think Prokopenko would let him if he tried, anyway. Sometimes, though Proko was just as reckless as K, he was also his voice of reason. He made sure Kavinsky toed the line instead of crossing it some nights, kept his head on his shoulders.

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.]

[beochaoineadh]

[Ronan is already wrecked, but it's a good thing, where he wants them to ruin him. He knows that Kavinsky's finger isn't enough to really stretch him. Isn't enough to prepare him for what he's aching for. To have the other boy inside his body, in his skin, stretching him open and taking, letting him give. The idea of the pleasure of it, of letting Kavinsky and Proko show him what he wants, what he's aching for.

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.]

changed my journal name :eyes:

[burnyoudown]

[Proko was- not flattered, exactly, but- warm? Pleased? It was sweet that Ronan didn't want to leave him out when someone else might not have cared. But more than that, it was hot to watch him mouth at his cock, the feeling of lips and tongue against his skin enough to make him shiver. He combed his fingers through Ronan's hair, pushing stray bits back from his face. It was impossible not to watch him, especially with the way Proko's heart pounded in his chest like it was trying to escape. And yet he also couldn't help looking up at Kavinsky, watching him pause for a moment.]

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.]

[beochaoineadh]

[Ronan cared about both of them. It felt helpless, irresistible. Whatever this was that he felt, Prokopenko was as much a part of it as Kavinsky was. Magnetic in a similar sort of way. Not the same, but he was still.. he wanted him to be part of this too. He murmured softly, a flutter of his eyelashes as Proko pushed his hair back from his face, and Ronan smiled up at him, still exploring his cock with his mouth, but unselfconscious in the moment.

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.]