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Ronan Lynch ([personal profile] nightmarist) wrote2016-01-02 06:21 am
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[personal profile] pillz 2019-05-10 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[maybe it speaks to the existence of a very small but soft core buried deep in kavinsky's feelings for ronan, buried under layers of exaggerated, perverse lust and the power games of rejection, that kavinsky actually gets into it. so into it that he in no way notices that ronan's actually woken up.

hell, he isn't even looking up at ronan's sleep-turned face now. instead, his eyes are low, his lips hungry. his tattooed fingers skim ronan's thighs for the latent tension in them, greedily, like the little matchstick girl had groped for warmth when she had been freezing; like the demons of old paintings crush down on sleepers to drink the vivre of their breath when they're starving; like jealousy becomes rage becomes the need for possession, when evil queens send their huntsmen to steal hearts. he's every fairy story the at their dreaming unconsciousnesses has ever stolen symbols from.

it's always symbols. metaphors. impressions.

none of them are ever an adequate substitute for this, for ronan's dick pulsing on kavinsky's tongue, as the lesser thief pushes in, lets his throat open more, trying to get what he wants before he has to go.]