[It's going wherever Kyle wants it to go, really. Ronan's just a pretty leather-clad boy with nice abs and no shirt, presented like a feast for one lucky winner this fine morning. His lips twitch as he feels Kyle's hands on him, and he takes one more sip from his cup before setting it aside.]
no subject
It's alright. You won't get in trouble.
[In case he's feeling morally conflicted.]