Ronan arrived at the manor and for once took his time parking properly and straightening his shirt on his walk to the door. As usual K was nowhere in sight so Ronan made his way upstairs. He was nervous. Which Gansey would say meant he was dangerous, volatile. K would say he was a stick of TNT that he was going to use to light up the fucking world.

Ronan stopped outside the door which was slightly ajar. Should he knock? He never used to… but today seemed different. Felt charged. He tapped his knuckles against wood, resulting in it yielding the large room to view. He stepped in kicking off his shoes and looked around.

Empty bottles and crumpled clothes had been kicked into the corners leaving the room feeling bare and hardly used. K's bed sat practically bare off to the side except for a sheet. The rest of the blankets and pillows had been heaped together in a giant nest under the window where Skov lay almost motionless, smoking. He only had a pair of jeans on, low on his hips.

The light was on in the bathroom so eyeing the other boy Ronan makes his way over. K is bent over the counter, a white towel wrapped around his hips. When he straightens Ronan notices the empty pill bottle. K gives him a shit eating grin and edges past the other dreamtheif, holding his hand out to Skov.

The dreamboy hands him the cig and then stretches backwards, presenting his chest to K, who carefully shakes out a line and snorts it in one smooth motion. He gives Skov a quick kiss and the other boy dutifully levers himself up and out of the pile. He gives Ronan a slow once over and snorts softly. "Sloppy seconds." He mutters and closes the door after himself.

K is kneeling on the bed, digging around in the side table. He takes out a handful of condoms and shows them to Ronan. "For her pleasure." He tells him and pats the bed in front of him.

Ronan undresses on the way to the bed, slightly unnerved about what he'd just seen. He knew Kavinsky slept with everything that moved and of course his dreamdrugs would never not make an appearance but since our little meetings he'd been careful to not make a big deal of all the tail he was getting on the side. "Careful K, I'm starting to think you care." Ronan replies, sardonically, joining him.

Ronan gives him his back and waits for instruction. He called me. He makes the rules. Kavinsky lets out a huff of breath that might have been a laugh if it was anyone else. He gives Ronans shoulder a sharp shove with an encouraging, 'you know how I like it.'

It was true. I wrap the blindfold Kavinsky offers me over my eyes and lets him loop the white silk scarf around my wrist and to the bedpost, more a symbol of his control then anything that could actually hold me. I leaned down on my forearms, my ass in the air like I was a fucking slut. But this is what K needed so this is what I would provide. I open my mouth for when he pushes the colorful pills between my teeth, willing to take anything he'd give me. After all simplicity was easy when you were high as fuck.