post for psls;

[threesecrets]

 

✞ m/m only
✞ no invitation needed

✞ feel free to just drop an idea
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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.]