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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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[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.]