[ Ronan tries everything to keep Kavinsky's name off of his tongue. It was already enough that he's meeting every stroke with needy and desperate thrusts of his hips upward, he didn't need to add moaning the boy's name to the list to things Kavinsky could hold over his head and make him regret later. Ronan's so completely out of control, Kavinsky having a hold of the reigns and leading Ronan right along -- he could have made him come long ago, this could have been over quickly, but a part of Ronan is sure that Kavinsky's drawing this out for no other reason than pure entertainment.
So that later he can dial up Ronan's number and recount their little rendezvous in vivid detail. It's just the sort of control that Kavinsky's always liked having -- knowing Ronan's secrets and threatening to let the entire world know about them.
Manipulating to the core, but Ronan's always played right along. ]
Jesus fuck.
[ The pressure against his throat suddenly disappears and everything rushes back in a surge of new, electrifying sensations. The edges of his vision return to focus, his brain hums at the rush of oxygen back to it, his whole body tingles and it practically sends Ronan toppling over the edge -- and somewhere in all of those sounds leaving him, there's the repetitive mantra of 'I'm going to come' every few moments, whispered like a confession Ronan's too ashamed to admit to.
He doesn't want to touch Kavinsky, but there's very little choice he has in the matter and the way that his fingers wrap around Kavinsky's cock is almost like second nature and the way that his strokes come only a second later seems even more instinctual. With an enthusiasm that could be taken as Ronan actually wanting to get Kavinsky off, or as the boy trying to rush through and bring this entire act to an end.
(In reality, it's a strange mixture of both.)
It doesn't take long for Ronan to finally come -- a cry ripping from his throat as he shoots in hot thick spurts that land on his shirt, on Kavinsky's stomach and down over the boy's fingers. -- and it feels far more intense than any climax he's felt before. It wracks through his entire body, leaving all of his muscles tingling and every last nerve burned down to the ends. ]
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Date: 2017-05-20 09:57 am (UTC)So that later he can dial up Ronan's number and recount their little rendezvous in vivid detail. It's just the sort of control that Kavinsky's always liked having -- knowing Ronan's secrets and threatening to let the entire world know about them.
Manipulating to the core, but Ronan's always played right along. ]
Jesus fuck.
[ The pressure against his throat suddenly disappears and everything rushes back in a surge of new, electrifying sensations. The edges of his vision return to focus, his brain hums at the rush of oxygen back to it, his whole body tingles and it practically sends Ronan toppling over the edge -- and somewhere in all of those sounds leaving him, there's the repetitive mantra of 'I'm going to come' every few moments, whispered like a confession Ronan's too ashamed to admit to.
He doesn't want to touch Kavinsky, but there's very little choice he has in the matter and the way that his fingers wrap around Kavinsky's cock is almost like second nature and the way that his strokes come only a second later seems even more instinctual. With an enthusiasm that could be taken as Ronan actually wanting to get Kavinsky off, or as the boy trying to rush through and bring this entire act to an end.
(In reality, it's a strange mixture of both.)
It doesn't take long for Ronan to finally come -- a cry ripping from his throat as he shoots in hot thick spurts that land on his shirt, on Kavinsky's stomach and down over the boy's fingers. -- and it feels far more intense than any climax he's felt before. It wracks through his entire body, leaving all of his muscles tingling and every last nerve burned down to the ends. ]