[kavinsky almost says no. he already has a feeling-- not a good one. apprehension that's bound to only get in the way of getting his parts to fucking cooperate, but reggie's mouth is soft and his hand is quick. and what's a boy to do except to watch--
as his dick comes out to play, but in listless spirits. it sits pink in the hollow of reggie's hand, thinking to twitch once when kavinsky urges it. the bulgarian kid stares down at for an instant, his guts squirming like snakes—
fuck it. fuck this.
he tries harder. he crams his mouth against reggie's then, willing his goddamn johnson to rise, to take pleasure in the nice boy-smell at the hollow of reggie's neck, his razor-shorn hair dangling down against his cheek, lips as fatly plush, generously proportioned as kavinsky's mouth himself. he pushes his tongue into reggie's mouth and tries to find reggie's in turn, to pull on it like it's a little animal struggling not to be caught.
he can't fuck this up. it would be too fucking pathetic.]
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as his dick comes out to play, but in listless spirits. it sits pink in the hollow of reggie's hand, thinking to twitch once when kavinsky urges it. the bulgarian kid stares down at for an instant, his guts squirming like snakes—
fuck it. fuck this.
he tries harder. he crams his mouth against reggie's then, willing his goddamn johnson to rise, to take pleasure in the nice boy-smell at the hollow of reggie's neck, his razor-shorn hair dangling down against his cheek, lips as fatly plush, generously proportioned as kavinsky's mouth himself. he pushes his tongue into reggie's mouth and tries to find reggie's in turn, to pull on it like it's a little animal struggling not to be caught.
he can't fuck this up. it would be too fucking pathetic.]