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[threesecrets]

 

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[burnyoudown]

[Under different circumstances, he'd crow about Ronan saying he was right, maybe throw in an I told you so for good measure, but right now that thought never even crossed his mind. He was too busy kissing Ronan, trying to memorize the way his mouth felt, the taste of his lips. Of course, Kavinsky had been right; he was pretty sure it'd been obvious to everyone with a set of working eyes. Except for Ronan. Ronan had either been oblivious or in denial.

He groaned against Ronan's mouth when he grinded against him, hand sliding a little lower down his back. It was nothing compared to when Ronan got his pants open and his hand in his boxers and- Kavinsky wasn't usually so affected by these sort of things but his pale skin was flushed and he felt a little weak in the knees. It was a good thing he had the wall behind him to help hold him up. He would have laughed at the way Ronan swore if Kavinsky himself wasn't so tangled up in the feeling of his hand on his dick. Instead, his eyes fluttered shut for a moment and then he was peering at Ronan through his dark lashes.]

Oh, fuck.

[It was something like a gasp or a murmur as Ronan got down on his knees, Kavinsky only letting go of his shirt with great reluctance. It took a lot of effort not to just put his hands on Ronan's head and push him down on his cock, but he managed, even if his hands shook a little. He didn't want to ruin the moment- and what a moment this was shaping up to be. He'd figured there'd be a lot of talking, explaining, maybe they'd get angry with each other- not this. This was something out of his wildest dreams.

He moaned, utterly shameless, as he kept eye contact with Ronan. Honestly, he was so turned on he wasn't sure how long he was going to last with Ronan's hands and mouth on him. But he didn't want the other dreamer to stop, either, so he did his best to hold together the scraps of his self-control.]

Fuck, Ronan.

[threesecrets]

[Kavinsky was fucking gorgeous like this. Not that he wasn't always gorgeous, but there was something about the way that he looked when he was flushed, and Ronan could see the pleasure in his face, and it just made him want to give him more. There was probably a touch of irony in here somewhere, in the fact that as sexual as Kavinsky is- or so the rumor goes- it was Ronan that had pulled them into this. But he just couldn't help himself, he couldn't help wanting him, wanting to touch him, to feel him in all the ways he'd ached for any never had. And he wants to show him how much he wanted him.

It hadn't seemed like Kavinsky would complain.

He keeps looking up at him, a bright glimmer in his blue eyes, and maybe something rather like a smile, despite his mouth being currently wrapped around the other boy's cock. Ronan wasn't particularly inclined to pull back, to let K slip from his mouth without a very good reason. He does eventually figure out that he has to pull his hands away if he wants to really take him in his mouth, letting them drop away to rest on his thighs. Not touching himself, but close enough it wouldn't take much to undo his jeans. Mostly he doesn't because much like Kavinsky, he's already almost on edge with how turned on he is. And he doesn't want to get himself off before the other dreamer.

He loves the way that he moans, the way that Kavinsky watches him. Fuck, but this is impossibly hot. He already wants to do it again-- and again and again and... Okay, so the truth is that he doesn't want to stop. He wants to stay and he wants to spend a day where all they do is eat and breathe and figure out how their bodies feel when they fit together. Not that he thinks this world will give them the luxury, but he still wants it.

Kavinsky cursing and moaning his name is something he wants etched in his brain forever, something he wants to know so well that he could dream it. How it tastes and feels and the weight of it. Not because he wants to copy it in his dreams, but just because he wants it memorized. He wants to know it like a truth. He murmurs in response because it's really the easiest sound to make without pulling away.

And he wants to take him all the way down and see what sort of sounds he makes then.

But it's been a while since he's done it outside of a dream; two hundred years, plus-and-minus a century or two, depending on how dreams parsed the years. So it's not quite graceful, not like something out of the porn that Ronan had never been brave enough to watch. But he slides down on him, letting the thickness of his cock bury into his mouth and he whines around him, because it's different, better, it's Kavinsky. He takes him too deep too fast and he gags at first; not enough to make him stop, but his blue eyes water and his throat flexes around him.

Fuck, he should have done this before everything went to shit. He should have gone down on him in the Mitsubishi after they raced, when he showed up to his movie nights more for Kavinsky than because he was interested in what they were watching, at the parties that made him burn. Should have touched him every single chance he had, and K had given him so many chances, he'd just been oblivious, trying so hard to deny what he felt. He reaches up to catch Kavinsky's hands, tugging them up to his scalp like an invitation. And then he tries to angle himself a little bit better before trying to slide all the way down.

Filthy, sure, but it feels like something perfect. K's cock saliva-slick under his tongue, and he just wants more, wants to give him everything.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky was definitely not complaining. Complaining didn't even cross his mind--why would it when this moment was more than he could have ever hoped for? It was--he thought this would go so much differently, and instead, Ronan was on his knees with his mouth on K's dick and-

He didn't give a single flying fuck how graceful or whatever Ronan was; he wasn't here to critique his methods, he was here to- fuck. With Ronan's guidance, he slid his slightly trembling hands to the back of Ronan's head, not pushing, just touching for the sake of it. Whimpering in the back of his throat, he almost told Ronan not to push himself too much, not to make himself uncomfortable, but Kavinsky was very rarely the voice of restraint and that wasn't going to change right now.

Instead, he shifted his hips forward a fraction, fingers petting across Ronan's scalp. Everything about this moment with the two of them was perfect. The world might have been in shambles but fate or something had brought them together again. He didn't even care if he'd dreamed Ronan at the moment; he was too caught up in the moment, wrapped around Ronan's finger.]

Ronan.

[It was a gasp, breathless, because he was spiraling ever closer, brain fuzzy with pleasure, skin heated. His world had shrunk down to only include the other dreamer; everything else, for all intents and purposes, didn't exist.]