Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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[dreamedboy]

[Proko hummed softly because, yeah, he'd imagined a threesome with him, Kavinsky, and Ronan before, too. He'd never acted on it, of course, because- he hadn't thought Ronan would agree. He'd been worried that having sex with Kavinsky would change the shape of their relationship into something he couldn't undo. Something where he'd be left yearning for him when Kavinsky was in love with someone else.

But Ronan didn't belong to Kavinsky anymore. Maybe he never had. The point was, Proko clearly had Kavinsky's approval in this case. He could do this with Ronan. He could give the other boy what he wanted without feeling guilty about it. So when Ronan kissed him, Proko all but melted into it, pressing closer, other hand clutching at Ronan's shoulder.

Dozens of different options were running through Proko's head, all the ways he could give Ronan what he wanted. How did he feel about knives? Did he enjoy being choked? Maybe Proko could handcuff him. He didn't have a headboard but there was still a little bar at the top and bottom of the bed.]

Okay. I can do that.

[Ducking his head a little, he kissed at Ronan's neck, nipping here and there.]

Why don't you tell me some things you like?

[threesecrets]

[Ronan had belonged to Kavinsky, once. He'd enjoyed belonging to him, even. And then he'd wanted to put a name to the thing they'd had, and it had made Ronan realize some very scary things. So he'd pulled away, or maybe he'd pushed Kavinsky away instead. He honestly wasn't sure. But he'd been so wound around Kavinsky that the idea that it wouldn't be something they worked through had never even occurred to him. Ronan hadn't thought it was possible.

But he doesn't belong to Kavinsky now. They play, sure, and Ronan loves it more than he'll ever tell the other dreamer, but it's different. And he had basically arranged this, which kept him from worrying. And he likes the way that Proko feels against him, how he feels in his lap. He wants to fall back onto the boy's bed, but for the moment he liked being close too much to give into it. Which is a choice that pays off, because he kisses at his neck, and kisses turn into teeth and Ronan whines in a way that's please and not a protest.

But he doesn't complain when Proko asks the question. He flushes a little though, because this is the part that's hard for him so often -- saying the things that he wants. Having to own them like that. So he hedges, instead.]

I mean, I'm into basically everything Kavinsky is, except from the other side of it. Except- we never did the branding for real. But we talked about it and I liked the idea-- back when.. you know. [He stumbles on the words, his voice catching and he keeps talking almost like he's trying to distract from that.]

I like knives and stuff, too. Just- if you're gonna leave scars tell me.

[The way that he says tell me is clearly intentional; it is not ask first. It is make sure I know, because sometimes I don't -- that it isn't just a scratch. Sometimes he can struggle to tell, where pain tilts to pleasure and he can't trust what his own body's telling him until someone brings him down.]

And okay, I guess I like- impact stuff more than he does, though. I like fighting; so yeah, I like it when it's something else, too. I like the marks and the bruises and the- the feeling of it, I guess. Having ropes on my wrists and a hot boy's dick in my mouth and he only lets me breathe when he wants me to.

[His voice rushed, changing from commentary on what Kavinsky had liked to Ronan's own desires. Like he'd come out of his shell eventually if you were quiet and you listened.]

[dreamedboy]

[Proko made a thoughtful, interested noise while he listened. If Ronan was into a lot of the same things Kavinsky was, but on the receiving end, that meant he was probably pretty similar to Prokopenko himself. It made sense; Ronan and Kavinsky had always clicked in a certain way. They'd gotten along, generally and sexually, until they hadn't. Things could be messy; Proko was well aware of that. He might have been upset with Ronan for hurting Kavinsky at first, but he'd gotten over it.

Brushing his mouth along Ronan's neck, he worked his way up to his ear, nipping and tugging before murmuring-]

Branding how?

[There were so many potential outcomes to that, he needed some more specifics. Well, wanted was more accurate; he was curious. There was a lot he was curious about, and he was also pretty well acquainted with the whole liking impact stuff...thing. Though probably not as well acquainted with it as Skov was. Point was, he was familiar with it and he understood. He understood a lot of what Ronan was talking about, on a personal level.]

I don't have rope but I do have handcuffs. Got a knife, too.

[He wasn't sure about doing any scarring on their first date, though. That felt like rushing things a little. But a little cut, a little blood- that was a different story.]

You don't have to be shy. I know talking about shit can be hard, but I'm not gonna judge you.

[threesecrets]

[Ronan moaned softly, a tremble in his body at the way that Proko's mouth slid up to his ear. The way he nipped and pulled against the lobe of his ear with his teeth, and Ronan couldn't help grinding against him. He was already helplessly turned on, helplessly captivated. Prokopenko had been there before, but Ronan had always been looking at Kavinsky.

Now it was... something else. The question burns with an ache in his chest that he does his best not to think about. Instead he catches one of Proko's hands, almost suspiciously soft as he presses the other boy's fingers to the space just below the inside of his collarbone.]

Here. It was going to be his crown.

[His voice is soft, a little lost if you listen for it. But it had been easier to say it in gestures like that- even if it had never happened, he'd been willing. He'd wanted it, or thought that he had. And now?

He flushes a little, looking up at Proko, still holding his hand just shy of his throat.]

What would you- tell me what you'd mark me with instead.

[His voice changes, shifting past old memory to what they're doing now. It's almost dirtytalk, a purr as he leaves Proko's fingers there against his collarbone, his own hands shifting to curl to the boy's hips.

Fuck, but he doesn't even know what he can possibly say when he tells him that he wont judge him- so he doesn't. He looks at him, he holds on tighter, and he presses a kiss to his shoulder. Like he's trying to find a way to say it without the words because they feel too big, too much.]

I like handcuffs too. And fuck, you should cut me at least a little. I can dream you some rope for next time-- if you want that. I just like.. hurting for someone. But I like feeling good about it, I guess? Knowing I'm doing it right, anyway. Like the way he used to call me names, but they were always good when he said them. And I like losing control; how he'd fuck me when I was drunk and high on his pills, or blindfolded and tied down, and he'd put his hands on me and murmur all the filthiest sort of things that he could do to me, and how I wouldn't stop him. And I just--

[Ronan doesn't give Proko all of it, not every shred of what he's into. But he still gives him a lot, including some of the edgier things. He's clearly trying to believe him, to trust that he won't judge him for his desires. Because he isn't really all that shy. And oh, he wants this so much.

There's also that brief whisper of something more, of a next time, before he quite catches himself. Because Ronan is a masochist, but there's something soft here, too. Not obedience, but something else instead.

At minimum, this isn't a one-time-thing unless Proko wants it that way. But really, if you knew anything about Ronan, that isn't surprising. This was always going to mean something: maybe that's why Kavinsky made sure it was Proko. Because there's something magnetic, there's chemistry in how Ronan looks at him.]

[dreamedboy]

[What would he mark Ronan with instead? It was a good question. Proko wasn't sure there was anything that represented himself as much as K had crowns (and dragons, though Proko wasn't sure how many people knew about those). So he took a moment to think about it, sitting back a little and brushing his fingers gently over the spot where Ronan had placed them.]

Fuck if I know. Maybe a sunflower?

[He was a little shy about that suggestion, not because he was embarrassed of it--sunflowers were Ukraine's national flower, after all--but because he didn't know if Ronan would laugh about it or not.

But then Ronan was talking about the things he liked and Proko's skin flushed all over again. He liked a lot of those same things, both being on the giving and receiving ends of them, and he could imagine the kind of creative filthy shit K would come up with. He'd meant what he said though; there was no judgment here.

Though, he almost missed the way Ronan said 'next time' because he was so caught up in thinking about everything else he said. It brought a lot of attractive images to mind and he got lost in them for a moment before kissing Ronan almost sweetly. More sweetly than not, at least.]

Dorogoy. [My dear.] I can cut you. Cuff you to the bed and fuck you.

Ya tebya kochayu. [I want you. His voice was a low mumur and he nudged his mouth against Ronan's again, a brief kiss.]

You know you're hot, right? Cause you're super fucking hot.

[And Proko wasn't even trying to flatter him; he was just trying to express how much he wanted Ronan at this moment.]