In front of him, Ronan deflates, curving forwards until his forehead touches Gansey’s, his back a sharp curve under his tank that Gansey has a sudden desperate urge to trace with his hands and lips. He bottles the urge, focuses on the rise and fall of Ronan’s chest, the way his lower lip looks when he sinks his teeth into it. It makes him wonder what Ronan’s thinking or if he’s actually holding something back for once. // i'm writing a thing based on your ronsey drawings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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