[Kavinsky's words get under his skin, make him feel heated in a way that curls under his ribs. The idea that someone- anyone- thought he was attractive, would call people blind for not seeing it.. Adam didn't know how to put words to it, but it was a feeling he wanted to hold onto. He was greedy, even if he'd never say that outloud- not where Blue or Gansey could hear it. Neither of whom seemed to understand what it was like to have want eating you alive.
But when Kavinsky tugs him closer, fingers at the back of his neck, until they're close, so close he can feel his breath on his lips, and then touching... Adam doesn't pull away. He leans into him, into the contact of lips on lips until they're kissing, all heat and want. And for a moment, he doesn't feel alone, doesn't feel angry and ugly and unknowable.
The idea that Kavinsky of all people might think he was hot, might want Adam Parrish-- But with heat on his skin and the other boy's mouth against his, it's hard to think of anything except for this, how it feels. It's not his first kiss, but it's also been a while since there was someone that wanted him enough for it. It had been back before Aglionby, when everyone around him spoke with that Henrietta curl to their words.
Adam's fingers tremble against Kavinsky's shoulder, and there's a desperation in how he melts into the kiss, his heartbeat racing. It's not just that he wants to be wanted, but Kavinsky is gorgeous and as much as parties have never been something he's been attracted to, it's the first time in a while he's felt awake in his own skin.]
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But when Kavinsky tugs him closer, fingers at the back of his neck, until they're close, so close he can feel his breath on his lips, and then touching... Adam doesn't pull away. He leans into him, into the contact of lips on lips until they're kissing, all heat and want. And for a moment, he doesn't feel alone, doesn't feel angry and ugly and unknowable.
The idea that Kavinsky of all people might think he was hot, might want Adam Parrish-- But with heat on his skin and the other boy's mouth against his, it's hard to think of anything except for this, how it feels. It's not his first kiss, but it's also been a while since there was someone that wanted him enough for it. It had been back before Aglionby, when everyone around him spoke with that Henrietta curl to their words.
Adam's fingers tremble against Kavinsky's shoulder, and there's a desperation in how he melts into the kiss, his heartbeat racing. It's not just that he wants to be wanted, but Kavinsky is gorgeous and as much as parties have never been something he's been attracted to, it's the first time in a while he's felt awake in his own skin.]