[Jiang was sweet. Kavinsky would punch the first (and second, and third) person who said otherwise. He could kiss Jiang all day, just cuddled up in his arms--it didn't have to be about sex. But K's mind was very definitely on the subject of sex right now. How could he have not been thinking it when he was a few minutes away from letting Jiang measure his dick? That was, if he could tear his gaze away from the bared expanse of skin the other boy was showing off at the moment.
Licking his lips, Kavinsky finally blinked, then blinked again, pupils blown wide as he met Jiang's eyes and smiled. He climbed onto the bed with him, straddling his thighs, and braced himself on his hands so he could lean down and kiss him, soft and sweet. He was hard in his jeans, which would doubtlessly help with his claim--if he could now stop kissing Jiang long enough to get his pants open. There were so many distractions at hand and they all started with J.]
I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
[It was murmured between kisses as he dropped lower, leaning on an elbow so he could comb his fingers through Jiang's dark hair for the sake of touching him. Sometimes, Kavinsky wished he had more hands so he could occupy all of them with the beautiful boy on his bed.]
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Licking his lips, Kavinsky finally blinked, then blinked again, pupils blown wide as he met Jiang's eyes and smiled. He climbed onto the bed with him, straddling his thighs, and braced himself on his hands so he could lean down and kiss him, soft and sweet. He was hard in his jeans, which would doubtlessly help with his claim--if he could now stop kissing Jiang long enough to get his pants open. There were so many distractions at hand and they all started with J.]
I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
[It was murmured between kisses as he dropped lower, leaning on an elbow so he could comb his fingers through Jiang's dark hair for the sake of touching him. Sometimes, Kavinsky wished he had more hands so he could occupy all of them with the beautiful boy on his bed.]