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[This was like- it was a dream come true, though his dreams had never involved a voyeuristic Kavinsky. That wasn't bad either, though. Adam didn't mind that Kavinsky was there. It was a balm, in a way, letting him know he wasn't overstepping and ruining what it was that Ronan and Kavinsky had.

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.]

[threesecrets]

[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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[If there was one thing they could probably all agree on, it was that Ronan sometimes needed other people to intervene in his life to make positive things happen. Usually, that might involve Ronan not doing something stupid. Tonight, it meant making out with Adam. He wouldn't have really considered Kavinsky a positive influence before but things were different right now.

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.]

[dreamforger]

[It was a truth that Kavinsky didn't say outloud to anyone except Prokopenko, really, but the truth was that he wanted to keep Ronan safe and happy. He didn't want Ronan doing anything too stupid, either. There were some nights where he had found ways to keep an overly incapacitated Ronan from driving home, even if he might not have outright told him he was too drunk to drive. And sure, it was subject to Kavinsky's own messy definition of what constituted too stupid, but he did think about his safety as well as the kinky sex.

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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[Adam would never say Kavinsky was a positive influence out loud at least unless he was teasing him.

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.]

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky would have gone about this very differently if he thought that it was just going to be a one time thing. It would have been an outright offer, yes or no, and he probably wouldn't have bothered getting to know him- or at least not like he had, not close enough that he'd wanted to be his friend even outside of Ronan. He wouldn't be trying to be as careful with Adam as he was: because K knows that he isn't used to this sort of thing, isn't Ronan who can be just as coarse as Kavinsky- if not worse- depending on his moods.

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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[Adam subconsciously held his breath for a moment when Ronan looked like he was going to flinch from all of this, watching him closely, quietly, before turning his gaze to Kavinsky. He didn't know the rules here, the lines, what was or wasn't too much. But then Ronan said he wanted more and Adam exhaled softly. He let himself smile, stepping in closer and brushing his fingers against Ronan's ankle.

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.]