[It makes his heart race, the way that Ronan stares at him, watching Kavinsky with his mouth on the torn flesh of his hand. He knows that if he'd done this before, he wouldn't have gotten this far, but here, now, the other boy just watches him, holding still as Kavinsky kisses against his battered fist.
He repeats the gesture; a brush of his lips, a lick of his tongue, tasting the sharp copper of blood and sweat. It's a thrill, arousing, makes his pulse spike in his veins. Makes him want their clothes off, skin on skin- like he doesn't always want that. He can't help how much he wants Ronan to touch him, but he doesn't say it outloud, just lets it linger like truth on the air, one of those things they both know without saying.
At the question he smiles, not letting go of Ronan's hand but letting his other hand press to his hip, slipping under the hem of his shirt. Just a light touch, brushing fingertips just below his ribs in soft suggestion as he crowds into his space. He knows the other boy can tell what he wants- Ronan with every beat of his heart- not always pretty, but always there. It felt easier now, when it felt like Ronan saw him without K having to fight for it. But he's not too shy to say it, a wicked smile as he nuzzles his cheek against the other boy's.]
Let me get you out of your head. I'll make you feel good, promise.
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He repeats the gesture; a brush of his lips, a lick of his tongue, tasting the sharp copper of blood and sweat. It's a thrill, arousing, makes his pulse spike in his veins. Makes him want their clothes off, skin on skin- like he doesn't always want that. He can't help how much he wants Ronan to touch him, but he doesn't say it outloud, just lets it linger like truth on the air, one of those things they both know without saying.
At the question he smiles, not letting go of Ronan's hand but letting his other hand press to his hip, slipping under the hem of his shirt. Just a light touch, brushing fingertips just below his ribs in soft suggestion as he crowds into his space. He knows the other boy can tell what he wants- Ronan with every beat of his heart- not always pretty, but always there. It felt easier now, when it felt like Ronan saw him without K having to fight for it. But he's not too shy to say it, a wicked smile as he nuzzles his cheek against the other boy's.]
Let me get you out of your head. I'll make you feel good, promise.