[Kavinsky was good at seeming untouchable, all confidence and swagger, but he was still a teenage boy. He was young, and he had a tender heart under the hard shell he wrapped around himself. The way that Ronan tips his face into his touch is a balm on that flutter of insecurity, teases a smile at the edge of his mouth. He watches the way that Ronan bites at his lip, and in a different moment he'd probably have teased him about it. He always pushed people to hide his own vulnerabilities, because it was easier.
But-- he didn't want to push him away. The very thing that he craved, that he needed.]
It's okay.
[He doesn't deny that he probably has more experience than Ronan. He didn't have quite as much as people tended to assume, because rumor is always fucking vicious. But there was him and his pack. The occasional boy at one of his parties that wasn't too insecure. He sighed, pressing a light kiss to his temple that he hopes is reassuring.]
It'll be good, promise. We'll make it work.
[It'll be perfect because it's you, but he doesn't know how to say that outloud. Or not just yet, anyway. But he just wanted Ronan, he wanted to be wanted by him. He didn't care if it was clumsy and fumbling. He just wanted to be enough, to make him feel good, to wrap the other boy around him. He leans in for another kiss, lingering just a moment or two and then he takes a step back, grabbing the bottle of lube, and he flashes Ronan a look that's warm and inviting. He leans back against the wall of the shower and looks at him through his eyelashes.
K could be sort of careless with prep sometimes, when it came to himself. He didn't always mind the ache, didn't mind being a little rough. But he wasn't going to do that with Ronan on their first time, although he'd never admit to being sweet about it. Especially since he was almost shaking with his own impatience; not nearly as casual as he tried to seem.]
C'mere. Do you wanna help?
[He was experienced enough to know that not everyone was into fingering another guy. He didn't mind doing it himself, but he also wasn't going to say no to having Ronan's hands on him. Mostly he just wanted him close, maybe have him hold one of his legs to make the angle easier.]
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But-- he didn't want to push him away. The very thing that he craved, that he needed.]
It's okay.
[He doesn't deny that he probably has more experience than Ronan. He didn't have quite as much as people tended to assume, because rumor is always fucking vicious. But there was him and his pack. The occasional boy at one of his parties that wasn't too insecure. He sighed, pressing a light kiss to his temple that he hopes is reassuring.]
It'll be good, promise. We'll make it work.
[It'll be perfect because it's you, but he doesn't know how to say that outloud. Or not just yet, anyway. But he just wanted Ronan, he wanted to be wanted by him. He didn't care if it was clumsy and fumbling. He just wanted to be enough, to make him feel good, to wrap the other boy around him. He leans in for another kiss, lingering just a moment or two and then he takes a step back, grabbing the bottle of lube, and he flashes Ronan a look that's warm and inviting. He leans back against the wall of the shower and looks at him through his eyelashes.
K could be sort of careless with prep sometimes, when it came to himself. He didn't always mind the ache, didn't mind being a little rough. But he wasn't going to do that with Ronan on their first time, although he'd never admit to being sweet about it. Especially since he was almost shaking with his own impatience; not nearly as casual as he tried to seem.]
C'mere. Do you wanna help?
[He was experienced enough to know that not everyone was into fingering another guy. He didn't mind doing it himself, but he also wasn't going to say no to having Ronan's hands on him. Mostly he just wanted him close, maybe have him hold one of his legs to make the angle easier.]