[ It's hard for Ronan to think about much of anything currently, while every single one of his thoughts seems to be Kavinsky, none of them are of the boy in the past. He can only think of the present. How much he both wants to push Kavinsky's foot away from his lap -- because as lonely as he may have been, he wouldn't sink to this level. -- and pull the boy in closer -- he's not without a sex drive, and Kavinsky's easily riled it up.
The room is silent enough that Ronan's ragged breathing sounds like it echoes through Kavinsky's house, a whine contained to the back of his throat. ]
Didn't think about turning over a new leaf? [ Ronan's words should sound sarcastic and biting, but there's a hint of desperation there, want where there should be anger.
His mouth opens to say more, but Kavinsky moves into his lap and the words are lost. He's close. (God, he's so fucking close.). He knows he is only moments from coming undone underneath Kavinsky. And while Ronan's fingers are itching to feel skin -- it'd been days without the warm expanses of Adam's were beneath his hands and Kavinsky's touch burns in a new and enticing way. -- he knows better. ]
Get off of me, K.
[ And maybe Ronan's hand slides just a little too slowly up Kavinsky's arm in its trail to the boy's shoulder -- and even when it reaches there he doesn't right away push the other off. ]
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The room is silent enough that Ronan's ragged breathing sounds like it echoes through Kavinsky's house, a whine contained to the back of his throat. ]
Didn't think about turning over a new leaf? [ Ronan's words should sound sarcastic and biting, but there's a hint of desperation there, want where there should be anger.
His mouth opens to say more, but Kavinsky moves into his lap and the words are lost. He's close. (God, he's so fucking close.). He knows he is only moments from coming undone underneath Kavinsky. And while Ronan's fingers are itching to feel skin -- it'd been days without the warm expanses of Adam's were beneath his hands and Kavinsky's touch burns in a new and enticing way. -- he knows better. ]
Get off of me, K.
[ And maybe Ronan's hand slides just a little too slowly up Kavinsky's arm in its trail to the boy's shoulder -- and even when it reaches there he doesn't right away push the other off. ]