[ grabbing the foot that pokes at his cheek, he forcibly directs it to the bed again. far enough away from kavinsky's other leg so he can slot himself between those thighs. he slides in easily, dragging his hand up kavinsky's now released leg, and then reaches for kavinsky's wrists as he gives a slow roll of his hips. from where he's positioned, the motion provides a nice, gradual grind against clothed balls, making him hiss a little in suppressed pleasure.
he's hoping kavinsky won't fight him too much, even if such a tussle would add to the thrill. what he wants is to give kavinsky a good, thorough fucking. it would make up for all the times kavinsky has teased him or goaded him. and he knows he can do it too, is even willing to tie kavinsky down if he has to, but he's hoping it won't come to that. because like this, kavinsky is good on the eyes. all splayed out, limbs akilter and lips looking ripe for kissing. lust blows his own dark pupils out, though it's hard to tell given how dark his eyes normally are. ]
Says me. Don't make me tie you down, because I will.
[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.]
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he's hoping kavinsky won't fight him too much, even if such a tussle would add to the thrill. what he wants is to give kavinsky a good, thorough fucking. it would make up for all the times kavinsky has teased him or goaded him. and he knows he can do it too, is even willing to tie kavinsky down if he has to, but he's hoping it won't come to that. because like this, kavinsky is good on the eyes. all splayed out, limbs akilter and lips looking ripe for kissing. lust blows his own dark pupils out, though it's hard to tell given how dark his eyes normally are. ]
Says me. Don't make me tie you down, because I will.
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.]