[It runs a shiver down his spine when Kavinsky slides in after him, the other boy's body crowding in against him. Knees bumping together through the fabric of their jeans, but Dimitri isn't as obvious about it this time, at least. It wasn't quite as intimate as Kavinsky having him pressed between his body and his dreamt car, the way it made a riot of his nerves. Instead he just smiles, warm and easy as he looks him over in the contained space.]
Easy. We dream like usual, and I'll come find you.
[Really, even if Dimitri hadn't been biased toward Kavinsky in the first place, it wasn't like he was a difficult boy to be attracted to. He was gorgeous in that shadowed way that he had about him, but with something almost delicate in the line of his cheekbones that made him want to trace them with his fingertips. But those were not the sort of thoughts he wanted to bring into the dreams with them, so he tried to clear his thoughts.]
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Easy. We dream like usual, and I'll come find you.
[Really, even if Dimitri hadn't been biased toward Kavinsky in the first place, it wasn't like he was a difficult boy to be attracted to. He was gorgeous in that shadowed way that he had about him, but with something almost delicate in the line of his cheekbones that made him want to trace them with his fingertips. But those were not the sort of thoughts he wanted to bring into the dreams with them, so he tried to clear his thoughts.]
I'll show you how after.