[ This is the Ronan he's always wanted to see. It's the Ronan in his head on sleepless nights. Sweat on his forehead, his lips parted, eyes on him, but unfocused because he just loves what Kavinsky is doing to him. He knows Ronan.
Even after all this time, he knows him inside and out and he thinks maybe this time it will be different. Maybe he can unravel Ronan and put him back the way he wants him to be. Open and ready and wanting to be with him.
He can feel the heaviness there too, almost overwhelmingly so, but he doesn't stop. He'd never stop, because he's wanted this too. Every word that Ronan utters sends a shock of heat through him, until those very last words and then he just feels that rage again, trying to bubble up under all the arousal. ]
You're wrong.
[He says with every bit of conviction he has, then spits in his hand and slides it into Ronan's sweats, fingers circling his cock. He shifts in closer against Ronan's body, rocking his hips as he start stroking him, his other hand tightening around his neck. ]
You're here with me now and nothing is ever going to change that.
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Even after all this time, he knows him inside and out and he thinks maybe this time it will be different. Maybe he can unravel Ronan and put him back the way he wants him to be. Open and ready and wanting to be with him.
He can feel the heaviness there too, almost overwhelmingly so, but he doesn't stop. He'd never stop, because he's wanted this too. Every word that Ronan utters sends a shock of heat through him, until those very last words and then he just feels that rage again, trying to bubble up under all the arousal. ]
You're wrong.
[He says with every bit of conviction he has, then spits in his hand and slides it into Ronan's sweats, fingers circling his cock. He shifts in closer against Ronan's body, rocking his hips as he start stroking him, his other hand tightening around his neck. ]
You're here with me now and nothing is ever going to change that.