[He was so intensely away of everything in that moment. The color of his eyes, the way he smirked, the way he shifted closer. Ronan leaned in a little as fingers brushed into the curls of his hair, pressing into the touch, the way that it makes him feel. Electric with the heat of it, with where they press together, and he gasps softly on the air between them.
He never knows what he wants, but right now, he does. He wants him, he wants the way his fingers press against his skin and thread through his hair. Kavinsky's arm curls around his shoulder and Ronan presses into the contact, trembling. He's not sure he'd ever wanted anything like this, almost light-headed as he leans into him. His fingers pressing to his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt as he nods in answer to the question. It takes him a half-second to make his voice work, but when he does it's soft and genuine and honest.]
Yes, I- I want you to.
[A little bit breathless, the way he says it almost like please, almost needy. He's never kissed anyone, never had anyone he wanted to kiss in a way that was desperate and pointed like this, not just theoretical but wanting to kiss him, this person. He looks up at him, blue eyes dark with desire and unguarded, eager and hopeful as his fingers tracing against his chest. Just to touch, just to feel him, his pulse rabbit-fast and he can feel it.]
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He never knows what he wants, but right now, he does. He wants him, he wants the way his fingers press against his skin and thread through his hair. Kavinsky's arm curls around his shoulder and Ronan presses into the contact, trembling. He's not sure he'd ever wanted anything like this, almost light-headed as he leans into him. His fingers pressing to his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt as he nods in answer to the question. It takes him a half-second to make his voice work, but when he does it's soft and genuine and honest.]
Yes, I- I want you to.
[A little bit breathless, the way he says it almost like please, almost needy. He's never kissed anyone, never had anyone he wanted to kiss in a way that was desperate and pointed like this, not just theoretical but wanting to kiss him, this person. He looks up at him, blue eyes dark with desire and unguarded, eager and hopeful as his fingers tracing against his chest. Just to touch, just to feel him, his pulse rabbit-fast and he can feel it.]