[Ronan knows he's stepping into dangerous territory. Jackson is no Declan who, despite being taller than Ronan and older he can still take down because Declan is a fool that feels too much but thinks too little. Jackson isn't like those stupid rich boys in school he's beat up on way more occasions than he can count. He isn't a drunken tweaked out boy at a club Ronan seeks out because he knows they are easy to lure into a fight. Jackson is unpredictable, he's strong and he's dangerous. And Ronan fucking loves it. Jackson is out for blood, the thrill of it almost gets him hard.
Really, there's something wrong with him.]
Bet that gets your dick hard huh?
[A disturbing grin makes it to his face and he cracks a few of his fingers that feel tense, almost as if his skin no longer fits his body and it's mostly noticeable in his hands. Ronan wants to taunt him some more but also feels he wont be able to for long. Somehow he can feel cabeswater, it's whispers an annoying tickle across his skin that only irk him more. There's a warning he ignores and instead he throws himself forward right at Jackson with insanity in his eyes.
There's something he needs to get out and Jackson is a willing victim. The first punch that lands is his own, right against Jackson's perfect goddamn jaw. But he knows better than to think he has the upper hand even if he manages to catch him off surprise and work Jackson to the floor. He needs to dodge punches of his own now and not all are successful. But the blood he feels in his mouth, bitter and hot has him growling enthusiastically as if he let go of his humanity and embraced the animal instinct all humans had still but ignored. He went for the attack once more, his expertise in boxing courtesy of Niall Lynch once more coming in handy. It's satisfying every time a punch lands, but so is receiving them for some odd, masochistic reason.]
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Really, there's something wrong with him.]
Bet that gets your dick hard huh?
[A disturbing grin makes it to his face and he cracks a few of his fingers that feel tense, almost as if his skin no longer fits his body and it's mostly noticeable in his hands. Ronan wants to taunt him some more but also feels he wont be able to for long. Somehow he can feel cabeswater, it's whispers an annoying tickle across his skin that only irk him more. There's a warning he ignores and instead he throws himself forward right at Jackson with insanity in his eyes.
There's something he needs to get out and Jackson is a willing victim. The first punch that lands is his own, right against Jackson's perfect goddamn jaw. But he knows better than to think he has the upper hand even if he manages to catch him off surprise and work Jackson to the floor. He needs to dodge punches of his own now and not all are successful. But the blood he feels in his mouth, bitter and hot has him growling enthusiastically as if he let go of his humanity and embraced the animal instinct all humans had still but ignored. He went for the attack once more, his expertise in boxing courtesy of Niall Lynch once more coming in handy. It's satisfying every time a punch lands, but so is receiving them for some odd, masochistic reason.]