[Things get slightly more complicated as Ronan nears a climax he doesn't even know he's approaching. Caught halfway between what's being done to his body and the fantasy playing out in his mind, his hips rock in answer to the way Kavinsky toys with him, slowly fucking someone who isn't there.
Or... imagining that he's fucking someone who is.
The possibilities slide together into single reality as Ronan's breath trembles and hitches. All at once, he's awake and aware that he's not just dreaming, but that the slick sensation of a tongue running along the length of his cock is a true one. And he knows, with absolute certainty, that this is not the way Kylo handles him.
The list of remaining suspects is very short these days. He doesn't utter the name, however. There's a fragile balance here and speaking might shatter it. He may not have given his permission for this, but he doesn't want Kavinsky to stop now. Not now, when he's so close.]
no subject
Or... imagining that he's fucking someone who is.
The possibilities slide together into single reality as Ronan's breath trembles and hitches. All at once, he's awake and aware that he's not just dreaming, but that the slick sensation of a tongue running along the length of his cock is a true one. And he knows, with absolute certainty, that this is not the way Kylo handles him.
The list of remaining suspects is very short these days. He doesn't utter the name, however. There's a fragile balance here and speaking might shatter it. He may not have given his permission for this, but he doesn't want Kavinsky to stop now. Not now, when he's so close.]