[Ronan was just genuinely lucky that Kavinsky wasn't getting handsy. It wasn't just that it was too fucking cold out to think about sex on the beach, but the fact that Ronan had only been here for a grand total of fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and Kavinsky already couldn't help himself. He was like a puppy that'd been kicked but had already forgotten where the source had come from or forgiven it as an accident. He was just so desperate for Ronan. He longed for him, ached for him.
His heart fluttered when Ronan cupped his face and kissed him again, and if Kavinsky's fingers didn't feel a little like popsicles, he would have been tempted to linger longer. He couldn't imagine how cold Ronan was, in comparison.]
Okay. Yeah.
[And yet Kavinsky stole one more kiss before pulling back.
He led Ronan to the boardwalk, where people were waiting with packs and blankets and furs--and where Ronan's raven seemed to be. Because that was a thing. He helped Ronan bundle up against the elements and even carried his pack for him. Though, he couldn't resist showing him his new lamp friends, the creepy little humanoids that groaned way more than was comfortable. He at least explained that they liked clothes and things to wear, and that made them happier and quieter.
Otherwise, he talked about things like how Ronan was going to be the first person invited over to his place, and how he was going to have to introduce him to Illya, Kavinsky's omen.
It was a brisk walk to the Cellar Door district and from there to Kavinsky's house. Illya, a dragon the size of a housecat, was waiting by the door when they came in. It trilled happily, shamelessly rubbing against their legs before slinking off somewhere in the house, likely looking for the warmest place to curl up.]
TDM thread continued!
[Ronan was just genuinely lucky that Kavinsky wasn't getting handsy. It wasn't just that it was too fucking cold out to think about sex on the beach, but the fact that Ronan had only been here for a grand total of fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes and Kavinsky already couldn't help himself. He was like a puppy that'd been kicked but had already forgotten where the source had come from or forgiven it as an accident. He was just so desperate for Ronan. He longed for him, ached for him.
His heart fluttered when Ronan cupped his face and kissed him again, and if Kavinsky's fingers didn't feel a little like popsicles, he would have been tempted to linger longer. He couldn't imagine how cold Ronan was, in comparison.]
Okay. Yeah.
[And yet Kavinsky stole one more kiss before pulling back.
He led Ronan to the boardwalk, where people were waiting with packs and blankets and furs--and where Ronan's raven seemed to be. Because that was a thing. He helped Ronan bundle up against the elements and even carried his pack for him. Though, he couldn't resist showing him his new lamp friends, the creepy little humanoids that groaned way more than was comfortable. He at least explained that they liked clothes and things to wear, and that made them happier and quieter.
Otherwise, he talked about things like how Ronan was going to be the first person invited over to his place, and how he was going to have to introduce him to Illya, Kavinsky's omen.
It was a brisk walk to the Cellar Door district and from there to Kavinsky's house. Illya, a dragon the size of a housecat, was waiting by the door when they came in. It trilled happily, shamelessly rubbing against their legs before slinking off somewhere in the house, likely looking for the warmest place to curl up.]
It's not bad, yeah? The house, not Illya.