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[obedientdog]

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[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.]