[ Ronan says his name and Kavinsky wants to choke him to death, even if it would only last till the next reset. It would be worth it. It would stop all these damn lies from coming out of his mouth. He feels that same kind of regret again, for even letting in a sliver of hope, but he can't stop, all the same.
His eyebrows furrow as he watches Ronan, thumb sliding over the precum at the tip of Ronan's cock and he keeps stroking.]
You're here because you want to be. Because no matter what that mouth of yours says, you couldn't stay away.
[ And now, with Ronan's dick in his hand, Kavinsky has all the control. He can twist his wrist, squeeze in all the right spots and make Ronan moan. Five years ago or not, Ronan's writhing under him and Kavinsky's the one making him do it. No one else. Five years ago or today, Ronan still wants it.
Maybe this time he'll get this piece of shit out of his system, too.]
Well at least you're fucking consistent, Sweetheart. Maybe that's why you're down in dirt, no matter how hard you tried to pray it all away. It's okay, baby. You sound better when you moan.
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His eyebrows furrow as he watches Ronan, thumb sliding over the precum at the tip of Ronan's cock and he keeps stroking.]
You're here because you want to be. Because no matter what that mouth of yours says, you couldn't stay away.
[ And now, with Ronan's dick in his hand, Kavinsky has all the control. He can twist his wrist, squeeze in all the right spots and make Ronan moan. Five years ago or not, Ronan's writhing under him and Kavinsky's the one making him do it. No one else. Five years ago or today, Ronan still wants it.
Maybe this time he'll get this piece of shit out of his system, too.]
Well at least you're fucking consistent, Sweetheart. Maybe that's why you're down in dirt, no matter how hard you tried to pray it all away. It's okay, baby. You sound better when you moan.