[ Ronan's lost in a world of euphoria for quite some time, his body operating on what feel like autopilot: his hand works over Kavinsky's cock with more reckless abandon rather than practiced skill, his head cranes away from the other, which only ends up leaving more of his neck exposed to him (which was better than the alternative of trying to tuck his chin into his shoulder, which wouldn't have left any room between their profiles -- a far too dangerous game for Ronan to play this high off his orgasm.) and before he knows it, the entire world fades back into focus when he feels Kavinsky come. Hot, sticky and warm between his fingers and making his hands slick as then continue to move.
He wants to pull his hand away immediately, but for a reason he can't even begin to explain, he works Kavinsky all the way through. The two of them coming together for only a few short seconds before Ronan's body drops back against the couch, exhausted. His chest heaves as he gasps for breath, this throat feeling sore and he can feel where the muscles will be bruised with each turn of his head.
Ronan drops his hand away from Kavinsky's shoulder, swallowing down the sick feeling that's starting to rise in his throat, his heart racing erratically for an entirely different reason now and the air suddenly feeling so much thinner, difficult to actually keep in his lungs. ]
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Date: 2017-05-20 11:11 am (UTC)He wants to pull his hand away immediately, but for a reason he can't even begin to explain, he works Kavinsky all the way through. The two of them coming together for only a few short seconds before Ronan's body drops back against the couch, exhausted. His chest heaves as he gasps for breath, this throat feeling sore and he can feel where the muscles will be bruised with each turn of his head.
Ronan drops his hand away from Kavinsky's shoulder, swallowing down the sick feeling that's starting to rise in his throat, his heart racing erratically for an entirely different reason now and the air suddenly feeling so much thinner, difficult to actually keep in his lungs. ]