[kavinsky presses his wrist up a little bit, testing the grip that nico has on him, but without real intent. he doesn't want to break away. nico's hopes and dreams are definitely about to come true; the fact is, kavinsky is as butthungry as every joke that vex had ever made about him. his desire for man points and dominance and fragile homophobia has been
cracking. a little. over the past few years.]
I can't make you do anything, dipshit, [kavinsky says. despite the insult tacked on at the end, his voice is unmistakably fond, and his dick is unmistakably interested, shoving up a lump under his jeans. his narrow thighs tip up to clutch at the span of nico's hips, his navel sucking in, taut from the strain not to dry hump the other boy with anything too florid.] Didn't you know? You got real cosmic power, and a hot blond husband besides.
[somehow
even at his most flirty careless bravado, kavinsky manages to sound like a bitter little bitch. it's fine.]
totally ok :333 833333 nico my prince
cracking. a little. over the past few years.]
I can't make you do anything, dipshit, [kavinsky says. despite the insult tacked on at the end, his voice is unmistakably fond, and his dick is unmistakably interested, shoving up a lump under his jeans. his narrow thighs tip up to clutch at the span of nico's hips, his navel sucking in, taut from the strain not to dry hump the other boy with anything too florid.] Didn't you know? You got real cosmic power, and a hot blond husband besides.
[somehow
even at his most flirty careless bravado, kavinsky manages to sound like a bitter little bitch. it's fine.]