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[dreamforger]

Yeah? Well, if you don't mind the heat, that's fine by me.

[But he still shifted them a little, maneuvering Adam so that he was in the space of the open back door of the Mitsubishi, able to soak up some of the cool air. But it was largely selfish; it was because Kavinsky had plans for Adam Parrish, and he wanted him to have something to hold onto if his knees got weak. He figured that having the backseat to fall into would be better than just telling him to hold onto his shoulders.

Kavinsky was not a patient boy; he was too greedy for it to be something that came easy to him. But he'd fought with himself for Ronan, tried to be what he needed. And Adam just-- he doesn't know. But right now he feels like maybe being greedy is okay. Like maybe Adam understands what it is to be starved of touch and affection and desire.

Kavinsky leans in, kissing against his jaw, gently nuzzling against his hair so that his lips rest against his good ear.]

I'm gonna stop being good. But I'm still going to be good to you.

[As if to emphasize the point, his hand abandoned Adam's belt loop so that he could reach between them, popping the button and dragging the zipper down so that he could slip his hand into his underwear, curling his fingers lightly around his cock. Not quite stroking him yet, just touching, just letting Adam feel the warmth of his hand, the way his fingers, slender and uncalloused, felt against his erection.

He lets him feel it for a few breaths, and then he kisses him. Hot with desire, but sweet, too. Like a promise that he didn't quite know how to say, about midnight dinners with laughter and lazy afternoons with breakfast in bed. He kisses the base of his throat, his chest, lets his tongue glide against his stomach as he slides down to his knees. Kavinsky tugging Adam's dick out into the warm air so that he could place a kiss against the tip, followed by a flick of his tongue- his breath was shaky as he exhaled, looking up at the other boy.]

I want all of you. I want everything.

[He wanted to taste his pleasure on his tongue, he wanted to ride him and let Adam take him apart until Kavinsky begged for more and harder. He wanted to be good together. He'd never dated someone before, but somehow, impossibly, his heart felt light, like he believed they could work. He brushed his cheek against the damp tip of his cock, slowly starting to stroke his fingers over his skin. He just wanted to give him something that felt good, to show him that he could make things good for him, if Adam let him.

For Ronan, however, nothing felt good.

He'd given Gansey the Camaro and nothing had changed. He still felt the same, no matter how gleeful he'd seemed as he told him the story. He felt like his emotions were turning his body inside out, and in the end he made some excuse about having to go pick up Adam, while Gansey seemed confused -- obviously Ronan hadn't told him everything. But they drove the Suburban and the Camaro back to Monmouth, and then Ronan got into the BMW and revved the accelerator before pulling out onto Henrietta's sleepy streets, driving like if he didn't get there soon enough he might lose something. But Ronan still didn't even know what that was.

But he knew that Adam had been right; that he'd been scared, that he'd run. And he'd all but slapped Kavinsky in the face just to try and buy himself some distance. He felt like a five year old that had thrown a tantrum and knocked down someone else's block tower.]

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[Adam appreciated it, having some cool air at his back, though he'd said he was fine with the heat. It felt nice on his skin and-

Oh. He shivered long before Kavinsky got his hand in his pants, shivered from his breath on his ear, the sound of his voice just as much as what he actually said. Adam was so starved for affection, so desperate for positive physical touch, for everything Kavinsky was giving him. He felt lucky and special and- he was almost moved to tears.

His expression already gave away how affected he was, the way he needed to reach for something to steady himself just from the initial touch alone, fingers pressing against the open car door. He was glad Kavinsky gave him a moment to just feel things, to appreciate the touch of his hand on his dick. When K kissed him, Adam pressed into it almost feverishly, a little desperate. It was over too soon and though he was a touch disappointed, his heart leaped as he watched the other boy sink to his knees.

Adam was almost painfully hard, and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat when Kavinsky kissed the tip of his dick. He brushed a hand through K's hair, gentle and affectionate, for the sake of touching him.]

Kavinsky.

[He couldn't help the way his name tumbled from his lips. He hadn't realized just how strong his emotions would bloom in a moment like this, but he was just- it wasn't all heat and desire and longing, but sweetness and affection, too.]

I want you, too. And you- you've got me.