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[obedientdog]

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[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.]