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[Of course Kavinsky is late. Why wouldn't he be late? Ronan glares at him once he enters the class-room as if he's fucking king of the world and merely shrugs his shoulders at the annoyed looking teacher. Ronan kicks him once he's seated beside him, his foot sliding from under his table right to Kavinsky's and against his foot.]

Asshole. [It's hissed softly in Latin. But his annoyance is only brief and as class goes back to where it left off Ronan tunes out and focuses elsewhere. It's not before long that his hand is on Kavinsky's thigh, subtle under the table while he leans his chin on his other hand, looking as bored as ever even if he does like Latin.

He knows what's being taught and normally he'd still be all over it but there's something more interesting in the classroom currently.]

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[ gathering himself together, he tucks himself back in and zips up his jeans, waiting only a minute or two before tailing after ronan. he's much less discreet, winking salaciously at dick gansey on his way out, ignoring the teacher's questioning after him as he slams out into the hallway. jogging two steps at a time, he makes good time up to the bathroom, bursting in with a grin, backpack dropped on the floor. ]

Get the fuck over here. [ breathlessly, he doesn't wait, striding over to take two fistfuls of ronan's shirt in his hands as he drags him in to catch his mouth fiercely with his own, all lust, all desire. still hard in his pants, he presses the other boy against the closest wall, grinding his hips up against his. ] God, you're hot as shit, baby.

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[He doesn't need to move because Kavinsky does all the moving for him despite his words. A deep grunt vibrates against their lips, his hands clawing at Kavinsky's body until he manages to grab his shirt to tug him even closer. He raises his own hips, grinding right back to make Kavinsky feel he's not the only that hardened during class.

As much as he enjoys the hot bruising kiss they are sharing he can't keep it going, wanting to do something else instead. So after a playful swipe of his tongue across Kavinsky's bottom lip he pulls away and swiftly swaps their positions. Now it's the addict up against the wall with cold tiles pressing through his Aglionby uniform. He doesn't often see Kavinsky in it but when he does.. ah it's a sight to the eyes. He likes him like this, preppy yet not, his clothes wrinkled and not tucked in right.

Somehow it makes him look even more like a bad boy.

Dropping to his knees Ronan unfastens his pants once more, his hand reaching in and wasting no time to pull out his hardened length. He made a promise and now he's going to make good on it. Looking up briefly because he knows eyecontact during blowjobs turns Kavinsky on he leans forward, lips parted to only take the tip of him inside of his mouth.]

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[ it's a sight he's sure he'll never tire of— Ronan Lynch on his knees, looking up at him like he's the only person alive and important, those thin fingers curling around his straining cock. Kavinsky shudders openly, a hand flying up to curve his palm over the back of Ronan's head, pressing his hips in forward towards that beautiful mouth just barely taking him in. ] Don't fucking tease me, Lynch. I need you.

[ not quite desperate but certainly aching, he's not afraid to ask for what he wants, with the full knowledge that the boy on his knees before him wants the same. he wishes they weren't in some shitty school bathroom but sprawled across the backseat of one of their cars or even better, in his own bed, tangled up in sweat and sheets and lean limbs. but this suits them just fine for the moment and he drags his hand down to cup Ronan's cheek in an unusual show of tenderness, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone, down to his jaw. ]

sorry about that ended up a little busy ♥

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[Ronan is pretty sure he will never not feel smug when Kavinsky gets impatient and vocalizes it. He remembers a time where they were both too fucking stubborn to actually say it. They'd come a long way, he thinks as he parts his lips more, blue eyes still locked on Kavinsky's hollow yet surprisingly handsome face. He takes more of him but does it slowly, not to be a tease but to soak up the attention he's getting, a tenderness not foreign to him but still special enough he wants to savor it.

But then he decides to make good on his promise and moves forward in one swift smooth motion, taking all of Kavinsky inside of his mouth. His body responds by jerking when he lingers too long, his throat closing around the intrusion, he pulls back only to do it again over and over until he needs to stop for air to be sucked into his lungs again. He coughs, wipes the back of his mouth with his free hand as the other is jerking Kavinsky while he catches a momentary breath.]

no worries at all!

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[ there's not much that can compare with watching himself disappear past ronan lynch's smart fucking mouth, all teasing eagerness, and despite the fact this is far from the first time he's been sucked off, kavinsky lets out another long groan, a shudder sent straight up his spine when he feels himself hit he back of his throat. his fingers scrabble bluntly over a shaved head, that hot mouth replaced by a knowing hand and he has to catch his breath too, hand dropping from his head to the curve of his shoulder, restless and needy. ]

Fuck, babe— get up here. C'mere, c'mere, I wanna fucking kiss you. [ not afraid or even ashamed to ask, he shifts against the wall and urges ronan upwards off his knees, painfully aroused, all hormones and lust, hips pressing back into the hand curled around him. ]

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[If Ronan is honest he's grateful for the question (or was it an order?) because he doesn't like the way his knees dig painfully into the tiled floor. Blowjobs always look easier and more glamorous in porn movies. Especially the ones Kavinsky enjoys watching on his big screen. He quickly stands, one hand on Kavinsky's hip to stead himself, the other still working him -- faster.]

Look at you. [He's speaking very close to Kavinsky's lips, teasing him for a second longer.] So needy for me. [Cast one look down and it's obvious that Kavinsky isn't the only needy one, his own dick strains visibly inside of his aglionby pants. But he likes this, seeing Kavinsky hard, flustered and really fucking impatient.

With a soft growl he crushes their lips together, his mouth filled with the flavor of Kavinsky's cock as he opens up to deepen their kiss.]