open rp post;

[silkensupra]

+ Open post for Alex Jiang, puppy of the dream pack 
+ M/M for romance and smut and such hijinks
+ Ship him with basically any trc boy tbqh
+ Kavinsky and Skov and Ronan are favorites, though
+ Headcanons TBA
+ safeaslife#0150 for questions or plotting

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[silkensupra]

[Jiang didn't mind that Ronan was taking it slow. If anything, he liked it because it meant... it meant that he wanted this to be real. He wanted something more than just making out, which in turn had meant that Jiang wanted to make out in the first place. He knew there was more to Ronan than just the boy that got into fights and cut classes, and he wanted to see it. He wanted Ronan to let him, to let him close and let his walls down, at least a little.

And it was so worth it, because the sight of Ronan's smile and the sound of his laugh, the way that he looked when he was happy, actually happy -- it did things to Jiang's heart. It did things to his life, too. Even more so than Kavinsky's talks about doing what he wanted, Ronan made him want to be happy, it made him believe that he could be. That maybe there could be a future where he had a gorgeous, dangerous boyfriend, where he was going to art school, and where his family believed in him.

This thing they were doing together didn't have a label or a name, but Jiang wanted it to -- not now, but someday.

But right now, in the back of Ronan's BMW, he just wanted to make him feel good. He wanted to see what it felt like to have someone else, someone that he cared about under his fingers. He shivered a little when Ronan said that he wanted him to touch him too, glad for the confirmation as much as for the fact that it meant he could stop talking and go back to kissing him.

When Jiang kissed him this time it was a little bit filthier, sex on his tongue as he pressed their mouths together, desire like a heartbeat. Meanwhile his fingers slowly undid the button of Ronan's jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down, shifting his underwear out of the way until he could curl his slender fingers around his cock. And fuck, but it made Jiang moan into Ronan's mouth.

It takes him a moment before he can do anything, has to take a moment just to get used to how he feels in his hand. It's different from touching himself, heavier in his hand, and it feels hotter against the skin of his palm, but maybe that's just because it's Ronan. His heart is racing in his chest and he wants this, wants it so much he can't think of anything else except for this boy, and how much he aches for him, how much he loves him.

But then finally, he slowly strokes his fingers up along the length of him, letting him thumb slide in a slow circle over the head. There's inexperience in how Jiang touches him, like he's exploring, learning how the angle feels, what it's like to have someone else's cock in his hand, and he kisses him ardently, almost desperate. When he parts it's just to catch his breath, his face resting against Ronan's neck as he sucks in gasps of breath. He wants to tell him how amazing he is, that he's fucking perfect, but he thinks it might be a little awkward, being so charmed by the other boy's dick in his hand.

But he feels it anyway. He wants this, he wants more, he wants all of it -- all of Ronan Lynch. He wants him to fuck him, and Jiang isn't the sort to be precious about where his first time is or something like that. If it's with this boy who's gotten hooks into his heart it doesn't matter if it's Jiang's dorm room or bent over the hood of a car, or anywhere else. No, his hesitance about going all the way here is more a worry about lack of preparation. And it seems almost fitting somehow; the slow way things between them have progressed- a step or two at a time, slow enough to enjoy each shift- as slow as they could stand.

It feels like something they could maintain forever, probably, forever finding new ways to care about each other.

But right now, he wants to focus on this: his hand stroking over his erection, shifting from careful exploration to a slow rhythm. He wants to get his mouth on him too, though. And not just to feel it, not just because the idea of it makes his toes curl, but because he thinks it'd make this easier, hotter; saliva making the slide of his fingers that much better. So it's easy to mix the two ideas together, just because he wants to make it as good for Ronan as he possibly can.]

[devilofaboy]

[Desire simmered in his veins, anticipation hot on his skin. Ronan had never done this before. He'd never had someone else's hands on him. That didn't mean he didn't want it though, or that he was going to chicken out; maybe if it'd been someone else, he'd feel more nervous, but Jiang was sweet and patient. Ronan felt safe with him, even when the other boy made him almost dizzy with adrenaline and the rush of racing or touching or kissing or- anything they did together.

So, when Jiang got his pants open and touched his dick, Ronan moaned, face flushing. It was better than touching himself, better than he could have imagined. It was sweeter and hotter, and he also appreciated Jiang's exploring touch, the way he seemed- fuck, Ronan wouldn't know the other boy was inexperienced if he hadn't said it a moment ago. He couldn't help but wonder, for a moment, what else Jiang had never done. It was almost a reassurance that Ronan wasn't the only one who didn't really have any idea what he was doing. Maybe they could learn together.

It was so hard to hold still, to not push up into Jiang's touch- despite his best efforts not to, Ronan still squirmed a little, hips canting upward. His heart raced and his skin prickled with arousal. At least, with Jiang's mouth on his, he didn't have to worry about stringing words together right now. He was already helplessly turned on and words could be hard for him at the best of times. But-

Shyly, he petted his fingers against Jiang's hip before slowly sliding his hand around to the front of his pants, pressing his palm against him. He wanted Jiang to feel as good as Ronan did. He wanted him to have all of the best things in life, if he was being honest--Jiang deserved them.]