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[obedientdog]

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[threesecrets]

[Ronan smiles awkwardly, but it's soft, a little bit warm when Skov says we've all been there. It makes it feel-- he isn't quite sure. But like he maybe hasn't ruined everything forever, like this is something that he can... maybe not fix, but work through, at least.

That he can try?

Skov asks him how he plans on making it up to him, and nervously, Ronan takes a few steps in closer. Close enough to touch, but he doesn't. But when he answers the question, it's easier to let the words be intimate and not just suggestive. Desire that was yes, about his body, but also not just about his body.]

Honestly, I was gonna let you choose. Cause you know how I'd make it up to you -- and that feels a little greedy, like I'm just telling you what I want.

[It's playful, warm and sinfully suggestive, lifting an eyebrow as he lets his blue eyes slide over Skov's body like the other boy's already undressed. He hums thoughtfully, and god he wants to touch him, but he doesn't, because for once he wants to make sure that it's okay. Of course, there's maybe a certain degree of making it up to him in proving Ronan can actually ask for what he wants, in saying outloud that one of the things he wants is Skov.]

I'd wanna just- get on my knees and see if you still liked the idea of having your cock in my mouth. I mean, it's been so long, I figure I oughta show you again, right? Or I could bend myself over the hood of your car and ask you to fuck me, tell you how bad I want it. You could even spank me first if you want, so I whine when you thrust all the way down. I might even beg for it.

[This had been a complicated thing, back when he'd been almost-dating Kavinsky, but now it wasn't. Skov was lovely and Ronan wanted him, and he was allowed to. And it made Ronan more forward, more willing to say something filthy with a smile, to make it more obvious how much he wanted, that he was furiously kinky in addition to how much he liked being touched. He does flush a little, though.

Before, he definitely would have skipped over acknowledging he'd sucked him off before, that he remembered having him in his mouth on the couch. He wouldn't have let himself imply just how much he'd liked it. But he had, he did. And with Skov... he didn't know. He thought he'd understand what it was like to burn like this, to ache like this for a beautiful boy. To want his hands on him, to want it to leave marks like memories so his body would still remember.

He grins, wicked and warm.]

Or is that too much?

[obedientdog]

[Fuck. Skov might not have had expectations but something filthy hadn't been anywhere on his mind. But now that it was... he swallowed, watching Ronan with a different sort of sharpness than before. Both options sounded so good that for a moment he was too conflicted to say anything. Though he'd never spanked anyone, himself, the idea was- he knew he enjoyed it himself, from time to time. Thinking about doing it to Ronan- he glanced off to the side for a moment, gaze flickering over his car.

Conflict aside, he was so wrapped up in imagining things that for a moment he forgot he actually had to say something. His gaze snapped back to Ronan and he smiled.]

You can blow me some other time. If you want. 'Cause I'd like that.

[He stumbled over his words a little because he didn't want to assume but he still remembered what it'd been like to have Ronan's mouth on him. Skov wanted to kiss him, desperately, but he was worried if he did he might not get to the rest of what he wanted to say. He could kiss forever.]

The rest is- yes. Uh, definitely. And you'd...want me to spank you?

[He was...not hesitant, exactly, but...cautious. He wanted to make sure. It might have seemed funny for a boy who had no problem punching people to double-check something like this, but this was also vastly different.]

[threesecrets]

I'd like that a lot, yeah. I definitely want to. Later.

[Ronan almost purrs the words, because he'd liked it a lot the last time, and he definitely wanted to do it again. But he also wanted to do it another time-- right now he wanted to get bent over the still-warm hood of his car and feel Skov's hands on his skin, he wanted him. He had for months, but really Ronan was just sort of helpless when it came to attractive boys that burned in similar ways to how he did.

He flushes a little when Skov asks if Ronan wants him to spank him, but it's arousal more than embarrassment as he nods in easy agreement. He wants the sharp impact and the heat, the way it colors his pale skin, makes his body even more sensitive, makes pleasure feel almost like too much, like something he could drown in. Ronan's always liked being overwhelmed, though. Always liked impact and bruises. Spanking felt sort of like turning that idea of hitting someone into something delightfully sexual.]

Fuck, yeah. I mean, if you want to. I like it a lot. Thought you might, too.

[It had never seemed to quite be Kavinsky's thing, which Ronan understood without talking about it. He got how with Kavinsky's history it could push close to some uncomfortable lines, like punishment and hitting someone you loved. So he hadn't pushed about it. But Skov was like Ronan, where fighting was more than just a thrill, bloody knuckles just as sexual as someone's hand down your pants. So he was trying the waters, seeing what he said: because he trusted that even if he wasn't that Skov wouldn't have acted like he was a freak for it or something like that.

K's boys were people he trusted, even through the rough times. He fluttered his eyelashes, looked at Skov in a way that was desire and seduction. He wants to kiss him, too. He wants to curl his fingers in his floppy hair and taste him on his lips, but he's trying to behave- more or less. Since this wasn't really about making something up to him. It was just that he liked him, that he wanted him. That he was on edge and he wanted Skov to touch him until he came apart and felt more like himself. That the only thing he really knew how to offer was himself.]

I'll say please, if you wanna hear me say it.

[obedientdog]

[He liked that they were in agreeance about later and another time. He liked that there would be more after this. He was bad at one time things. He'd never done one-night stands or whatever; he wasn't good at casual. He wouldn't call whatever he had going on with Ronan casual. It was intense and laden with emotions and everything in between.]

I want to. I mean, I've never done it before- Swan's spanked me before, but-

[He tripped over his words and he was- he was a little shy about this. He knew it wasn't rocket science though, which was good because Skov was definitely not a scientist. There wasn't a lot he was shy about, but it didn't mean he wouldn't be into this or that he wouldn't be eager.

Stepping in closer, he looped his arms around Ronan's neck, looking up at him with equal parts sweetness and seduction.]

I wanna hear you say it.

[God, but Skov wanted to kiss him. Skov could kiss for hours; if he got started he might never stop. He couldn't very well kiss Ronan and bend him over his car in a bit, which was a shame more than anything, really.]