[Ronan had wanted Adam, but he hadn't known how to act on it. In part because he hadn't known how to talk to Kavinsky about it without first talking about them. And he's spent months not knowing how to broach that subject even as he falls into the other boy with semi-regularity. So as much as he might not be as directly involved- at least for the moment- Kavinsky's presence is the glue that holds Adam and Ronan together, that make it so that this thing can happen.
And Kavinsky at least, knows that he can steady Ronan's nerves, nudge him a little in ways he couldn't manage on his own. But yeah, he's also more than enjoying the show, the way that they look like this- the way that Adam flushes, warm like he's finally thinking of the sorts of directions that this could go. His fingers curling in Ronan's shirt and starting to tug it up, and Ronan parts from the kiss just enough to let him. He's eager and pliant, and Kavinsky helps push the back of his shirt up, even if it's mostly an excuse to slide his hands up against his his back, bare skin inked in black, his claws and barbs and also the soft petals of his heart there for anyone to see.
He let his fingers trace over the lines, working his way back down along his spine, enough to make Ronan shiver under his hands. His face flushed, heated from all the things he wants, all the ways this could go- because in truth Ronan wants it as much as Kavinsky- more, if he's honest with himself. He's already half-breathless, aching for him just from kissing.
He kisses him again, trailing his hands up over the other boy's bare chest, gasping softly, helpless and affected. Kavinsky nuzzles into Ronan's skin, nipping teeth into his shoulder just hard enough to make his hips twitch, almost grinding up against Adam for a breath.
Okay, so maybe Kavinsky isn't entirely playing fair. But it's not like he was known for his self-restraint to begin with, and it was even harder with Ronan, his beautiful boy in his lap.]
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And Kavinsky at least, knows that he can steady Ronan's nerves, nudge him a little in ways he couldn't manage on his own. But yeah, he's also more than enjoying the show, the way that they look like this- the way that Adam flushes, warm like he's finally thinking of the sorts of directions that this could go. His fingers curling in Ronan's shirt and starting to tug it up, and Ronan parts from the kiss just enough to let him. He's eager and pliant, and Kavinsky helps push the back of his shirt up, even if it's mostly an excuse to slide his hands up against his his back, bare skin inked in black, his claws and barbs and also the soft petals of his heart there for anyone to see.
He let his fingers trace over the lines, working his way back down along his spine, enough to make Ronan shiver under his hands. His face flushed, heated from all the things he wants, all the ways this could go- because in truth Ronan wants it as much as Kavinsky- more, if he's honest with himself. He's already half-breathless, aching for him just from kissing.
He kisses him again, trailing his hands up over the other boy's bare chest, gasping softly, helpless and affected. Kavinsky nuzzles into Ronan's skin, nipping teeth into his shoulder just hard enough to make his hips twitch, almost grinding up against Adam for a breath.
Okay, so maybe Kavinsky isn't entirely playing fair. But it's not like he was known for his self-restraint to begin with, and it was even harder with Ronan, his beautiful boy in his lap.]