[ kavinsky's reaction doesn't go unnoticed, the tent he's pitched obvious even through heavy denim. but that's what nico's intending, and he's is in a similar state. he drags his hands down kavinsky's chest and leans in, dark eyes even more impossibly dark as he smirks.
having power over kavinsky this way is a thrill, and in nico's opinion, makes up for every moment the other boy acts inane or annoying. he wants more of it, feeling heat sear through his veins as he grinds down on kavinsky. ]
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having power over kavinsky this way is a thrill, and in nico's opinion, makes up for every moment the other boy acts inane or annoying. he wants more of it, feeling heat sear through his veins as he grinds down on kavinsky. ]
I might. But first, I'm going to fuck you.