[As weak and vulnerable as Ronan feels, Kavinsky feels the opposite. if Ronan wants to fuck around with him? Kavinsky can show him just how much he can fuck back. Just how much he wants Kavinsky to fuck back. This is what they always should have done and Ronan will finally realize it. Maybe Ronan will realize and Kavinsky can tell him to fuck off. Maybe that'll teach him how it feels and what he's done.

His thumb moves up and down Ronan's pulse, caressing softly as his other hand jerks him off roughly in contrast. He can feel Ronan's body tensing little by little, so close to the edge. God he's so damn hard now, but what he really wants is to make Ronan come. He wants him to feel it and carry it with him no matter what his stupid words might say. ]

That's the thing, sweetheart. I know you won't go to anyone else.

[He groans when Ronan's hips meet his hand, slick skin against slick skin and Kavinsky feels like has almost everything he wants right now, even if Ronan is pulling away from his kiss. He smirks, his eyes dark and he moves his hand to grab Ronan's face and and wipe the blood from his lip with his thumb, dragging it across his face. His smirk grows deeper as he watches Ronan, then his hand darts back to his throat, fingers digging in hard as he chokes him.]

You've never looked more perfect. Come for me.