Damn, sweetheart. You'd think you've never had an orgasm before.
[ Kavinsky lets himself just be in the moment for a bit, lets himself feel how good this could actually be. He rocks into Ronan's hand as long as Ronan is still holding on to him, then slowly he stops, feeling utterly spent in the best kind of way. This was damn good.
He takes another moment to catch his breath, pulling back to look at Ronan. Ronan, who won't even look at him anymore.
Reaching out, he uses Ronan's shirt to wipe his stomach off, then his hand and he grabs the bottle of vodka from the spot on the floor where it was set down and deftly slides off of Ronan's lap. He lays back against the couch like he was before, but instead of laying his feet on Ronan's lap, he gives Ronan's arm a push with his foot as he adjust himself in his boxers. ]
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[ Kavinsky lets himself just be in the moment for a bit, lets himself feel how good this could actually be. He rocks into Ronan's hand as long as Ronan is still holding on to him, then slowly he stops, feeling utterly spent in the best kind of way. This was damn good.
He takes another moment to catch his breath, pulling back to look at Ronan. Ronan, who won't even look at him anymore.
Reaching out, he uses Ronan's shirt to wipe his stomach off, then his hand and he grabs the bottle of vodka from the spot on the floor where it was set down and deftly slides off of Ronan's lap. He lays back against the couch like he was before, but instead of laying his feet on Ronan's lap, he gives Ronan's arm a push with his foot as he adjust himself in his boxers. ]
Time for you to get the fuck out.