[ There's literally a thousand different things that Ronan wants to say. Things that have been sitting inside of him for five years. Things that he's thought to only himself because he never thought he'd have to see Kavinsky again. Things he should have said before events got too out of his control. Things from then and things from now. Apologies. Curses. Confessions.
But he doesn't say any of it, he just stares at Kavinsky.
Or rather, he tries to. Looking at the boy while his foot presses harder against him proves a mistake and despite the growing shame he feels, Ronan's body still reacts, arousal making his breathing unsteady and his blood run hot in his veins. His fingers dig into his palms, nails pressing crescent shapes deep into his skin and for as much as he wants to beat the shit out of Kavinsky, he can't seem to do much more than shift on the couch and exhale heavily through his nose. ]
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Date: 2017-05-20 01:12 am (UTC)But he doesn't say any of it, he just stares at Kavinsky.
Or rather, he tries to. Looking at the boy while his foot presses harder against him proves a mistake and despite the growing shame he feels, Ronan's body still reacts, arousal making his breathing unsteady and his blood run hot in his veins. His fingers dig into his palms, nails pressing crescent shapes deep into his skin and for as much as he wants to beat the shit out of Kavinsky, he can't seem to do much more than shift on the couch and exhale heavily through his nose. ]
That's hard to believe.