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[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky swallowed. Ronan was here, in his bed, beautiful and miserable and he wanted him and Kavinsky--he almost wasn't sure if he should. Not because he didn't want Ronan, too, but because he was a touch worried it might--cheapen the moment or something. Fuck. He didn't know. He wanted to be good to Ronan, and usually he'd say he wasn't entirely sure he knew how to be. But right now it felt like their walls were down and they were being open and vulnerable with each other and- maybe the moment wasn't exactly romantic, considering what they'd been talking about, but Kavinsky wanted to give Ronan something good to soothe the hurt.

He wanted to love him- not just fuck him, but love him.

Smiling, he cupped the side of Ronan's face in his palm.]

Okay. [His breath came in a little shaky, and not just because Ronan was touching him, sweet and soft.] You know, all the bad shit that happened between us before is behind us.

[He slid down farther into bed, which was easier said than done really, but he managed it all the same, so he could kiss Ronan. He deserved all of the best things in life; Kavinsky could still give him those things. He could still shower him in affection and wealth and material things. And sentimental things, too. He just- he wanted so much but all he needed was Ronan.

Skimming his hand down Ronan's back, fingertips tracing over his spine, he pushed under his shirt. He rubbed small circles across Ronan's lower back, skin-to-skin, and did his best to pretend he didn't want to rush anything. More important than that was the want to treat Ronan sweetly.]