[Ronan doesn't find anything about this particularly awkward, in part thanks to alcohol and the rest due to his own woeful lack of experience. (Arguably) Kavinsky aside, he's only ever been with other awkward nerds, and despite appearances, he's the most awkward among them: a shy Catholic dream-boy dressed like a rock star.
He doesn't realize why Kyle's stopped until the kiss is broken and he notices the taste of his own blood.]
Oh, yeah. Doesn't hurt.
[Of course it doesn't. He can barely feel his face.]
You can be rough, man. I can take it.
[If the scars running up his wrists and scattered across his body are any indication, he's bled a lot worse than anything a little nip of Kyle's teeth might do to him.]
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He doesn't realize why Kyle's stopped until the kiss is broken and he notices the taste of his own blood.]
Oh, yeah. Doesn't hurt.
[Of course it doesn't. He can barely feel his face.]
You can be rough, man. I can take it.
[If the scars running up his wrists and scattered across his body are any indication, he's bled a lot worse than anything a little nip of Kyle's teeth might do to him.]