Borrowing the BMW is easy—everyone’s exhausted. It’s a ninety minutes to Ohio, going ten over.
Ronan shows up in an hour.
He cleaves through the nightclub like a tiger, shirt skewed, one cut-ice hipbone exposed, the hauteur of his buzzed profile lambent by throbbing blacklights. Kavinsky has two seconds to wonder if Ronan could’ve found him on gut alone, before Ronan’s on him, snarling—
But he falters when Kavinsky pulls him in, matches groin to groin, mouth to throat. Sets the rhythm, hips rolling and shoving against the bass-line. Ronan doesn’t fucking dream anything meant for cages.
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[5/?] aaagoodnight
Ronan shows up in an hour.
He cleaves through the nightclub like a tiger, shirt skewed, one cut-ice hipbone exposed, the hauteur of his buzzed profile lambent by throbbing blacklights. Kavinsky has two seconds to wonder if Ronan could’ve found him on gut alone, before Ronan’s on him, snarling—
But he falters when Kavinsky pulls him in, matches groin to groin, mouth to throat. Sets the rhythm, hips rolling and shoving against the bass-line. Ronan doesn’t fucking dream anything meant for cages.