[If it was anybody else, Kavinsky would have leaned in and kissed him. Ronan looked like he was practically begging for it. But he exercised restraint. He should get a medal for how many times he'd held himself back from doing something he wanted to in just the last few hours.
He still leaned in a little, smirking, dark eyes bright. He brushed his fingers through Ronan's hair, slow and gentle, before sliding his arm around his shoulders, casually, though it was really anything but. His skin prickled everywhere they were in contact, heat flooding through him. Touching Ronan felt charged, no matter how simple and non-sexual it was. It felt like more.
He wanted to do so much to Ronan, to take him, to ruin him for anyone else, to be the best damn thing in his life, to dream impossible things with him. The two of them together felt like magic, like a high as good as the chemical ones, like he was invincible. He wanted Ronan wrapped around his finger, but not to use him or hurt him. He just wanted his loyalty, complete and unwavering. He knew loyalty took time, but he'd done it before; he had the patience to do it again.
Tucking the petal against the inside of his cheek, he said-]
Do you want me to kiss you?
[Not 'can I kiss you' because Kavinsky didn't ask permission for shit, but did Ronan want it. He looked like he did, but Kavinsky didn't want to fuck up. Been there, done that. Anyone else, he wouldn't have cared; other people came and went, they were a dime a dozen, but not Ronan. He was special.]
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He still leaned in a little, smirking, dark eyes bright. He brushed his fingers through Ronan's hair, slow and gentle, before sliding his arm around his shoulders, casually, though it was really anything but. His skin prickled everywhere they were in contact, heat flooding through him. Touching Ronan felt charged, no matter how simple and non-sexual it was. It felt like more.
He wanted to do so much to Ronan, to take him, to ruin him for anyone else, to be the best damn thing in his life, to dream impossible things with him. The two of them together felt like magic, like a high as good as the chemical ones, like he was invincible. He wanted Ronan wrapped around his finger, but not to use him or hurt him. He just wanted his loyalty, complete and unwavering. He knew loyalty took time, but he'd done it before; he had the patience to do it again.
Tucking the petal against the inside of his cheek, he said-]
Do you want me to kiss you?
[Not 'can I kiss you' because Kavinsky didn't ask permission for shit, but did Ronan want it. He looked like he did, but Kavinsky didn't want to fuck up. Been there, done that. Anyone else, he wouldn't have cared; other people came and went, they were a dime a dozen, but not Ronan. He was special.]