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forleaving) wrote2021-04-22 01:24 pm
forleaving) wrote2021-04-22 01:24 pm
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[The smile that Kavinsky flashed Adam was sharp, but not cruel. And there's truth to it- that if Adam had been just some Aglionby asshole, or as self-righteous and a bore like Gansey, he wouldn't be here with them. Because Ronan was perfectly capable of making his own questionable decisions- look at Kavinsky, after all- but for him to enable this was a different thing. If he was going to share Ronan, to suggest wrecking the boy he liked with someone else- it implicated a certain sort of approval.
And he was careless with his own body, not Ronan's. Parrish he trusted to be good with Ronan, even if that meant they didn't make it past hand-holding and shy kisses. But voyeuristic tendencies aside, he wasn't actually going to push them. Well, not much anyway -- he saw it more as gentle nudging to get them going in the right direction.
Ronan curled his hand with Adam's, his heart racing in his chest from the simple contact. There'd been a moment where he'd wanted to punch K out of sheer frustration, sure that Adam was going to walk away, and that he'd have lost.. what? Ronan didn't know. It wasn't like he'd walk away from K. But Kavinsky was right about the fact that Ronan wanted this, wanted Adam. If he thought about it too long he'd feel embarrassed, greedy, like he didn't deserve this.
But it was easy not to think about it like this; Kavinsky's legs framing his hips, leaning back into the slender line of his chest, and Adam close, their hands touching and it felt like it burned, like he was being washed away by it. Ronan reached up, his other hand cupping at the back of Adam's head and slowly tugging him in so that he was here in front of Ronan and it stole his breath for a moment with the intensity of how much he wanted to kiss him, wanted to get his hands under his shirt-- he just wanted this so much it made him shake.]
He's telling the truth. He likes you. And he gives a shit sometimes when no one else is looking.
[Ronan's voice is almost a murmur, a little bit breathless. And he says it as if he wasn't the same, maybe worse, maybe a lot worse.
Kavinsky shrugs like it's not a big deal, but the truth is more like this: no one would believe it anyway. He slides his hands under Ronan's tanktop but doesn't pull it off, like he's trying to give Adam the chance. Patience is not Kavinsky's natural disposition, but he can manage it sometimes -- if the payoff seems worth it. And Ronan's just about always worth it.]
You can kiss him, if you want to. As long as Ronan's into it, I don't mind how you touch him.
[It sounds like reassurance about kissing the other boy, but well. There's also a slight encouragement about what might follow after that. Ronan catches that, and so looks a little awkward at Kavinsky's words, but he flutters, and nods in agreement. This time he's a little bolder with no one else around to see though, isn't so hesitant. But he nudges Adam in so they're almost close enough for it, blue eyes and breath.]
I want you. I want your shirt off and I wanna kiss you and I want whatever you're into, man.
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Resting a hand on Ronan's shoulder, Adam considered him and what he said, and God if he didn't flush all over again. The idea of Ronan taking his shirt off, the idea of taking off Ronan's shirt--it was enough to make Adam feel a little lightheaded. In a good way, though.]
Then take my shirt off.
[It was a quiet murmur, a little shy, before he leaned in to kiss Ronan, soft and sweet and also shy. It wasn't as if Adam had never kissed anyone before but it'd been a while and Ronan was different than everyone else he'd ever kissed or thought about kissing. Ronan was--he was special and painfully handsome and Adam would have never imagined getting to this position. That was probably why Kavinsky had stepped in.
How long had Ronan wanted him? Would Ronan have ever made a move on his own? It was endearing to think that Ronan Lynch was shy. It made Adam feel a little less self-conscious about being so shy, himself.]
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Of course, Adam tells him to take his shirt off, and Ronan almost thinks that he's going to die. Because Adam Parrish was-- he wasn't like Kavinsky. He hadn't known how to make a move, hadn't wanted to fuck it up. So yeah, he was sort of shy when you got down to it, pulled away some of the layers. But he murmurs, nods in assent, helplessly eager.
But Adam leans in to kiss him, which rather effectively derails Ronan's plans of getting him topless for at least a few moments. Instead he just sort of.. melts. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was different somehow. Kavinsky mattered to him, even if Ronan didn't really know how to say the words. He was sort of- afraid it would ruin it. But with Adam he didn't think there was any other way to do this. Wanting him, caring about him. He tried to keep from overthinking it and just kisses him back, starting as something sweet, but shifting toward something breathless and heated because he can't help himself.
Because for as much as he cares, he also wants him; his body already hot with desire. He murmurs into the contact of Adam's mouth against his, and his hands slowly slide under the hem of his shirt, like he remembers what he'd told him to do. Kavinsky touches him, but not in a way that pulls him away from the kiss, just trailing slender fingertips against his sides.
When Ronan pulls back finally, he's breathless and flushed and he tips their forehead together for a moment, like there's something that he wants to say but doesn't know how. And then his hands are skimming up under his shirt, trying to urge his arms up so that he can pull it off over his head. Ronan drops it sort of carelessly, but he's not too concerned. They'll find it later, or they'll dream him a new one.]
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So he kissed Ronan, letting himself practically melt into it, and then Ronan was touching him, hands on his skin, and taking his shirt off and- A shiver ran down Adam's spine. He was only mildly concerned about the shirt; it wasn't his, anyway, after all. Far more concerning, was how handsome Ronan was, even in the dim light. The way his eyelashes fluttered, the curve of his mouth.
Adam draped his arms around Ronan's shoulders, pressing closer and kissing him again. It was a little more heated this time, a little less shy, but still a touch self-conscious, like he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. He just- he had to tell himself that though Kavinsky might be cruel at times, Ronan wouldn't do something to hurt Adam. Not like this, at least. As sharp as Ronan was, he wasn't a complete asshole. If he was, Adam wouldn't have been friends with him.]
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They're both gorgeous, and gorgeous together. And as much as he would really like to slide Ronan on Adam's dick and tenderly use his boyfriend's mouth and watch him go to pieces- he also doesn't want to make either of them uncomfortable. So if kissing and getting each other's shirts off is as far as they go, K isn't really concerned.
Ronan just- well he wants Adam. He wants Kavinsky too, but wanting Adam feels more pressing; like if he stops touching him he might lose him, or not get another chance at this. He shivers at the way that Adam's arms drape around his shoulders, and he slowly lets his hands palm over the bare skin of the other boy's chest. And he returns the kiss, heated with want that thrums with every beat of his heart. He was in over his head, he was sure, but he couldn't really bring himself to mind. Not with the way that they kiss like this, the way that Adam's mouth feels heated against his own. Feels like he wants him.
He seems a little self-conscious, but Ronan's trying to kiss it away. He wants to tell him that he's safe, but he thinks that saying it in words might be too much. So he says it like this- in between the kisses, in the way that he kisses Adam like he needs him too.]
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He couldn't help but let his mind wander as they kissed. It was mostly dirty thoughts, the idea of letting these boys gently wreck him, or showing Ronan how much he wanted him and lovingly fucking him, or kissing Kavinsky, too- his thoughts were enough to have him flushing pink, skin heating, at the same time that he was...sort of turned on.
Curling his fingers in the back of Ronan's shirt, he started tugging it up, even though he knew it would mean briefly stopping kissing to get it off.]
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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.]
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Adam caught the way Ronan shivered after his shirt was off and honestly, there was a part of him that wanted to watch him and Kavinsky and how they interacted, how they fit together. He didn't know if that made him selfish or just a pervert. The mild worry was swept away when Ronan's hips moved, and Adam groaned softly, pushing his hips against Ronan's.
Kissing gave his mind time to wander when he wasn't wholly invested in the feeling of Ronan's mouth on his and unable to think anything coherent. His mind didn't go very far though; just to more dirty thoughts, especially with Ronan's hands on his chest. God, but Adam wanted this, wanted Ronan. He just- he wasn't sure how to put it into words. Especially since using words would mean pulling away from the other boy's mouth and doing that right now would feel like a crime.
That didn't stop one of Adam's hands from wandering to the top of Ronan's pants, fingers brushing against his stomach, teasing at the button on his jeans.]
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He would have been almost insulted to know that someone thought he was a positive influence, but it also wasn't entirely untrue, either.
Honestly, if things went well, there was nothing saying that this was a one-time offer. He knew how Ronan was, even if he was miserable about talking about his feelings, he all but overflowed with them. He wasn't going to stop yearning for Adam just because of one night together. It was part of why he'd wanted to feel Adam out for himself- because Ronan was notoriously careless with himself.
He'd wanted to make sure Adam was someone he could trust Ronan with -- Ronan who had a much softer heart than anyone else seemed to see.
His eyelashes fluttered over his dark eyes at the way that Adam groaned into the kiss, the boys grinding their hips into each other, and fuck but it was hot. He did catch the way that Adam's hand lingered at the top of Ronan's pants, the way that the other dreamer whimpered and arched into the almost-touch like a wordless please--]
If you want to get his pants off, I can make it easier.
[Kavinsky murmured just loud enough for Adam to hear, because he was being helpful- or something like that.]
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If this was just a one-time thing, he would have felt...not used because there was nothing stopping him from walking away, but he would have longed for Ronan. And Kavinsky, depending on how things went. Either way though, Adam had no intentions of breaking anyone's heart.
Right now, he was too flushed and aroused to think about worrying, though. Or well, for the worries to be too loud of a voice. He was always worrying, after all. It was practically his default state of existence.
When Kavinsky offered to make it easier, Adam glanced at him, breaking away from the kiss but immediately stealing another quick one because he couldn't stop himself. Smoothing his fingers over Ronan's stomach, he nodded, breathless.]
Okay.
[He didn't know what Kavinsky had in mind, but so long as it was effective, Adam wasn't really going to worry about it. He wanted- he just wanted. It felt selfish if he thought about it too hard because Ronan wasn't his, but they were both okay with what was happening, the pair of dreamers.]
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So Kavinsky has high hopes that even if he doesn't kiss Adam tonight, that there will be a repeat somewhere down the line where he might have a better chance. It was something he kept reminding himself of, when he wanted to push a little harder. This wasn't their only chance. And he thought that a second time would require less deception, even if this had all been of the little-white-lie variety.
He thought it was cute, honestly, the way that Adam stole a kiss even as he pulled away with the promise of undressing Ronan. The way that Ronan started to chase his mouth, flushed and already half-wrecked, a little bit messy and undone as he looked at the other boy. Kavinsky thought he was at his most-beautiful like this, though. If he could get Jiang to take a picture- to get Ronan to let him take a picture- he would do it in a heartbeat, fucking frame it, hang it on his goddamn wall. Or maybe just something small, that he could fold and keep in his wallet, something he could take out to remind himself what there was to live for.
When the waking world felt like hell, he could rub his fingers over the gloss of the photo paper and remind himself that there were good things too.
But for the moment, he has this, and that's enough.
He grinned when Adam said okay, and didn't even bother to pretend that he wasn't pleased by his response. He murmured words in Ronan's ear, directing him onto the hood of the car. The two dreamers sort of swap places- Ronan leaning back against the windshield, his boots briefly braced on the bumper, and Kavinsky in front of him. There's a look in his eyes, something in his body language that for a moment almost implies that he's going to suck him off right here, but he doesn't. Instead undoing the knots that Ronan ties the laces on his boots into, and mostly just tugs them off like that- impatient even if he's trying not to show it- letting them fall into the grass around them.
There's a casual sort of intimacy to the moment, the way Kavinsky bends to undo Ronan's leather boots and the other boy allows him, permissive in a way he usually doesn't allow himself and certainly doesn't let people see. Once Ronan's barefoot and there's no obstacles to getting his pants off, K drags hands against his skin with murmured words, getting him to brace his arms behind him at the very top of the car's hood, arching his back a little as he lifts his hips.
Ronan tenses a little, but he still cooperates, even if he bristles a little at the way he feels posed like one of those car girls from the calendars it seemed every guy in Henrietta over the age of fifteen owned. Kavinsky just calmly slides a hand down his chest, scraping a nail against one of Ronan's pink nipples and making the other boy curse.]
You know all you have to do is say it and I'll stop.
[The tone of the words is a little bit teasing, but Ronan just looks vaguely annoyed more than anything else. If not for the fact that Kavinsky is still touching him and Adam is so close he almost wants to pull him up against him, beg if he has to, the reminder might have soured the mood, but he's too caught up in everything that's happening to get too in his head over it. He even answers without pulling a hand away to flip him off, although he very clearly considers it.
Yeah. Fuck, K. I'm not gonna say it. I want- more.]
I know.
[But Adam didn't.
It wasn't like at the start there had been the space to articulate what the rules were here, what lines the pair of dreamers played by. Maybe if they'd done this before, or if Ronan was less of a skittish creature- but not tonight. But he still wanted the third side of the trio to understand at least this part: that however much it might seem like K coerced and Ronan tolerated it, that he had a real out if he wanted it. And that it mattered to Kavinsky that he didn't.
He shifts his hand, instead trailing it down along Ronan's spine, letting his hand rest at the small of his back for a moment- but he can't resist the temptation and so his hand slips lower, groping his ass, with a wicked sort of grin before letting his fingers slide back up to the small of his back at the way Ronan shakes. Steadying, instead of touching just for the sake of it; although it's a little bit of that too.]
Should be easier this way, right?
[He comments, looking over at Adam, eyes bright with desire. Ronan mostly standing up and with his boots on hadn't seemed like a particularly hopeful combination for getting his pants off. And yeah, he likes the image. He likes the excuse to touch him, he likes watching Adam watch him touch Ronan, too. He's about as much of an exhibitionist as a voyeur, especially like this, when it's just people he likes, when Ronan isn't all on guard and tensed shoulders.
He holds his other hand out to Adam like an invitation, and the way that he looks at him crackles with almost as much attraction as how he looks at the boy that isn't quite his boyfriend.]
C'mon.
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Nodding, he glanced over at Kavinsky.] Should be. [He agreed.
He reached for the button and zip on Ronan's pants but hesitated after a second. Not because he was unsure about that but because he'd just realized the way Kavinsky was looking at him. It made him feel like there was a lump in his throat and that he was far more naked than he actually was- but not in a vulnerable way. It was a way that had a blush dusting across his shoulders and the tips of his ears.
Leaving one hand resting on the front of Ronan's pants, he reached out with his other to slowly, gently cup the back of Kavinsky's neck.]
Can I- [He glanced between the two Dreamers, a little shy again.]
Is it alright if I-...
[If he kissed Kavinsky. He couldn't deny the other boy was attractive, especially here and now in this moment. But also, Adam had thought he was attractive for a while now. He'd never been going to do anything about it, of course, because of whatever Ronan and Kavinsky's relationship was, but now...it seemed like it might be alright. If it wasn't, he wouldn't be offended; he would understand completely.]