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[saevio]

[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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[mitsubishi]

[ 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. ]

[saevio]

[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.]