[Ronan catches the popcorn with his teeth this time, snapping down and swallowing it with such over-the-top menace it must be consciously comedic. Then he smirks, paying equal attention to Kavinsky's mouth though he's got no popcorn to aim.
He's always wanted to feel Kavinsky's lips. Something about the fullness of them, the curve of his cupid's bow, how inviting they look when Kavinsky manages to keep his mouth shut. There aren't many boys with lips like these, or if there are, Ronan's been too busy looking at Kavinsky to notice them.
With a sigh, he glances away, and he thinks he's about to suggest they should head back anyway. But then he turns back, leans in, and captures Kavinsky's mouth in a kiss that surprises him more than it probably surprises Kavinsky.]
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He's always wanted to feel Kavinsky's lips. Something about the fullness of them, the curve of his cupid's bow, how inviting they look when Kavinsky manages to keep his mouth shut. There aren't many boys with lips like these, or if there are, Ronan's been too busy looking at Kavinsky to notice them.
With a sigh, he glances away, and he thinks he's about to suggest they should head back anyway. But then he turns back, leans in, and captures Kavinsky's mouth in a kiss that surprises him more than it probably surprises Kavinsky.]