[what is this!! a powerplay. with kavinsky's senses, he had seen it coming, sort of, he could tell that nico was trying something, feel the tension in his skin and hear something in the shift of air. but when the shadows grabbed him, he'd been surprised, and gravity dumping him on his ass is
different.
and to be honest, in kavinsky's secret heart of hearts, it's actually working pretty fucking well for him. libido-wise. he's never liked his own-- reaction to being pushed down, pulled tight, dominated. he's never liked how much he likes it. but that doesn't change the fact that he does, his pupils blowing up huge in his eyes as he stares up at the other boy, the sudden sproing of lust in his trousers warring with the instinct to fight back. take it back.]
totally ok :3
different.
and to be honest, in kavinsky's secret heart of hearts, it's actually working pretty fucking well for him. libido-wise. he's never liked his own-- reaction to being pushed down, pulled tight, dominated. he's never liked how much he likes it. but that doesn't change the fact that he does, his pupils blowing up huge in his eyes as he stares up at the other boy, the sudden sproing of lust in his trousers warring with the instinct to fight back. take it back.]
Gonna blow me, sweetheart? [he asks. it's a nice-- middle ground.]