[That leaves Ronan wondering once more whether Gansey truly wants any of this. He's always surrendering to another's wishes and never his own. They've been best friends for what feels like ages, but there are still so many moments Ronan wonders if he knows Gansey at all. He feels himself finding the edges of a mask and pulling it off just to find another mask underneath.
Are you ever going to really want me? Ronan wants to ask, but doesn't, because he'd hate to hear a lie.
He considers stopping there, which would be more merciful for his heart. He suspects, though, that Gansey would somehow feel guilty if he did. So Ronan kisses him again, while his right hand dips between Gansey's legs and seeks out the bulge of what he hopes is at least a half-hard cock through the fabric of Gansey's pants.]
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Are you ever going to really want me? Ronan wants to ask, but doesn't, because he'd hate to hear a lie.
He considers stopping there, which would be more merciful for his heart. He suspects, though, that Gansey would somehow feel guilty if he did. So Ronan kisses him again, while his right hand dips between Gansey's legs and seeks out the bulge of what he hopes is at least a half-hard cock through the fabric of Gansey's pants.]