[unluckily, probably. any eventuality where kavinsky seems to think he's getting what he wants involves bad shit happening, and usually, he's the bad shit that happens.
he crawls onto the bed, that dips slightly under his skinny weight. he crawls over ronan's sleeping form, breathing deep the sleepy smell of the other dreamer, laundry buried under the salt of skin. it's different now than it was when he was creeping on the other boy in henrietta, isn't it? because ronan does want him this time, and he doesn't mind wanting him.
(jk. it's still creepy. you're supposed to ask permission before getting a leg over on a sleeper. but there you have it.)
he leans into the space beside ronan's body, and touches his mouth cautiously to the other boy's ear, tracing down to his jaw, like he's trying to find a secret hidden there.]
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he crawls onto the bed, that dips slightly under his skinny weight. he crawls over ronan's sleeping form, breathing deep the sleepy smell of the other dreamer, laundry buried under the salt of skin. it's different now than it was when he was creeping on the other boy in henrietta, isn't it? because ronan does want him this time, and he doesn't mind wanting him.
(jk. it's still creepy. you're supposed to ask permission before getting a leg over on a sleeper. but there you have it.)
he leans into the space beside ronan's body, and touches his mouth cautiously to the other boy's ear, tracing down to his jaw, like he's trying to find a secret hidden there.]