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[obedientdog]

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[obedientdog]

[Skov didn't know what he'd been expecting when he opened the door, but it wasn't what he got. He lingered in the doorway for a long moment, mouth not quite hanging open but the sentiment was there. He hardly knew where to look, attention at first drawn to the flecks of light and then to Ronan and Ronan's everything. He swallowed.

This was- it was romantic and moody and sensual in ways he'd thought only happened in media. He was tempted to pinch himself, to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Because this was also the sort of thing he would daydream about, especially when it came to Ronan. His hands trembled faintly.

Only snapping out of it when Ronan spoke, Skov blushed. Not because he was embarrassed, exactly, but- he'd been staring and staring was supposed to be rude, right? He tripped over his own two feet as he came into the room, stumbling a little, and closed the door behind him, taking care to lock it. He felt distinctly overdressed in this situation, even while he kicked off his sneakers.]

You say that like pictures aren't a bad idea.

[He was teasing, mostly. He might not have been a real photographer like some, but he did, occasionally, enjoy snapping pictures on his phone.]

You did all this for me?

[He asked it even while the little voice in the back of his mind said no shit, Sherlock.

Finally making his way over to the bed, still entirely overdressed, he leaned down to skim a hand along Ronan's arm, like Skov was making sure he was real. Fuck, but Skov was both ridiculously touched by this and ridiculously turned on, heat crawling along his skin.]

[threesecrets]

[Skov blushed and Ronan smiled, warm and sensual and inviting as all of his momentary anxiety about it melted away. Normally staring might be rude, but in this situation -- Ronan was all laid out for him to look at. Well, and do more than look. But the staring, the way that he tripped over his own feet, it just made his smile that much brighter, and not even from the dream lights he'd brought with him.]

I mean, if you like the view that much... I just didn't want some asshole in the hallway catching a glimpse.

[He wasn't a shy virgin these days, but he was picky about who got to see him naked. And this was very specifically for Skov. He wouldn't have known how to explain it if someone had asked, but there was something about this that was for Skov, not even something he'd want to share with Swan. Because it was romantic, even if Ronan hadn't quite admitted it to himself.

But he preened a little when Skov asked if he did all of this just for him. It was-- he had, of course. And there was something about how affected he seemed by the effort. It was exactly what Ronan had been aiming for when the idea had first crossed his mind. His lashes briefly fluttered over his blue eyes when fingers skimmed along his arm and he leaned softly into the contact.]

Yeah, just for you. Swan said we could have the room to ourselves for a few hours. And I did tell you I'd make up for what a mess last Friday was.

[He shrugs a little bit sheepishly, a touch of a flush on his face as he tilted his head and looked up at him. His heart skipped in his chest, but Ronan had no interest in interrogating the reasons for that at the moment. Not when he was on edge and turned on and wanted Skov's skin against his. So instead he leaned up just a little, just to make his spine curve as he looked up at the other boy. It was a bit outside of his usual comfort zone, but since it was Skov--]

Join me?

[obedientdog]

Oh, good point.

[Not that having to punch some asshole right in the face would've ruined Skov's mood, personally, but he could see how that sort of thing should probably be avoided.

He wasn't sure anyone had ever done anything like this for him before. Skov wasn't usually the sort of person who needed to be romanced, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. It meant something to him that Ronan had gone through all of this effort for him. He couldn't get over how sexy he looked in this lighting. In any lighting, really, with any amount of clothes on, but this was different.]

Oh! You meant that.

[Skov hadn't immediately put two and two together about what was being made up to him, but he hadn't questioned it, either. Who would when someone was gonna do something nice for them? Skov wouldn't, at least.]

God, you're hot.

[So hot that Skov nearly punched himself in the face by accident while wrestling his shirt off. He got undressed in record time with no further near catastrophes, dropping his clothes wherever on the floor.

There was no longer any hiding how hard he was from just the sight of Ronan in his bed and yet, when he was nude he hesitated for a moment, face flushed. It was only for a moment though, and then he leaned a knee on the bed, trying to decide how best to approach the situation before straddling Ronan's thighs.]

[threesecrets]

[Ronan rarely thought of himself as hot, but Skov made him feel hot, like he could be not just attractive but enticing. Especially tonight, with the way that he looked at him, like he scarcely believed that he was allowed to touch him. It was a feeling that was only intensified when Skov nearly punched himself in the face while getting his shirt off. Ronan laughed, but it was warm and fond and... something, not like he was mocking him. Mostly, it just made him feel wanted, desired, like his impulsive idea had been the perfect thing. Not just to make up for last week, but just- to say the things that Ronan felt but had no idea how to say.

That he wanted him, that he wanted to make him feel special and as lovely as Ronan thought he was. He hadn't thought of it as romancing, but it was, and the feeling was there. The toys he'd brought were even the ones that he'd gotten with Skov; flushed and overwhelmed at first at physically being in a store that sold sex toys, but he'd slowly opened up. Even gotten comfortable enough to pick out a few things and buy them at the register.

Then Skov is naked and Ronan can't help staring, the way that his eyes go half-lidded as they slide over his body, catching on the sight of his erection. Fuck. He's not as big as Swan, but Ronan still- he sort of liked Skov's cock better. Not just that he was biased (which he was) but taking Swan was always an effort, and it took being careful in a way that Ronan wasn't always in the mood for, or even particularly good at. With Skov, they could just fuck, and Ronan didn't have to think about it. He only had to feel it; which wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy it sometimes, because he certainly did. He just.. he was sort of fond of Skov's cock.

He murmured lowly, smiling at him with eyes dark with desire. And then the other boy was joining him on the bed, and Ronan couldn't help moaning softly at the way that he straddled his thighs. Which gave Skov an angle at which he could almost certainly see the blue silicone plug nestled against the cheeks of his ass. Ronan was also just as hard as Skov was- but admittedly that had sort of been the point- he'd wanted to still be in the mood, still feel sexy when Skov showed up, rather than having to get himself back to it. But it was a struggle to not grind himself against the boy's sheets.

He was trying to have some sort of restraint ... for the moment, at least.]

Mm, I'm just glad that you liked it. I'd never done this before.

[Not even for Kavinsky, though he doesn't put that part into words. But it was new and he'd been a little nervous at doing this, just trusting that it was as good for Skov as Ronan wanted it to be.]

[obedientdog]

[God, but he wanted to kiss Ronan. Their positioning didn't really lend itself to kissing though, but maybe that was for the best right now. Skov could kiss forever, and then he might get distracted from, you know, other things. There would be plenty of time for kissing afterward, he was sure. Because he planned on snuggling with Ronan and making sure he knew how special he was.]

No one's ever done something like this for me before.

[He leaned forward a bit, running his hands up Ronan's back, then slowly down again, thumbs tracing over his spine.]

This is like-

[Romantic, he'd been about to say, but he'd just noticed the plug while moving his hands down to tenderly knead Ronan's ass, and his brain scrambled for a moment. He swallowed, transfixed, before regaining his ability to think and speak coherently.]

This is- [Familiar. He pressed a single fingertip to the silicone.] Is this- [He might have been, at times, scatterbrained and oblivious as a sack of potatoes, but he had a pretty good memory for some things. Like when you went and bought sex toys with a guy you really liked.] It is, isn't it?

[He gave the plug a little wiggle, so Ronan would know what he was talking about. He knew the other boy wasn't a mind reader and he really hadn't made himself very clear.

On the one hand, it was super hot--Ronan wearing the plug, not Skov being a rambly mess. On the other hand, it was sweet and touching and made Skov's chest swell with fond feelings. It was just like him to get emotional over this of all things.]