[There was something especially raw and intimate about making eye contact when they were both nude and aroused and wanting each other. Ronan didn't look away until Kavinsky moved first. He felt- electric, charged, like he could do anything in this moment. His fingers trembled slightly and he pressed them to Kavinsky's skin again, steadying them.
He exhaled in a rush, the innuendo almost going over his head for a moment. It was- different than he imagined things going and for a fleeting moment, he considered his bloody knuckles. His skin flushed anew. He tried to figure out how he was supposed to tell Kavinsky that he was- Except the other dreamer was kissing him and it wiped half the thoughts from his head.]
I- okay.
[It wasn't the most enthusiastic answer, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. It was just that he was less confident in himself when it came to- well- but he still wanted Kavinsky however he could get him, wanted him moaning under his hands.]
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He exhaled in a rush, the innuendo almost going over his head for a moment. It was- different than he imagined things going and for a fleeting moment, he considered his bloody knuckles. His skin flushed anew. He tried to figure out how he was supposed to tell Kavinsky that he was- Except the other dreamer was kissing him and it wiped half the thoughts from his head.]
I- okay.
[It wasn't the most enthusiastic answer, but that didn't mean he didn't want to. It was just that he was less confident in himself when it came to- well- but he still wanted Kavinsky however he could get him, wanted him moaning under his hands.]