[Kavinsky sighed softly, content with the kiss. He could feel Adam's fingers trembling on his shoulder and brushed his thumb gently against the back of the other boy's neck, soothing.
Reaching out with his other hand, he pressed his fingers against Adam's hip, coaxing him closer, into Kavinsky's lap if he could. He wasn't as pushy as he could have been, which had more to do with the drugs than not wanting to spook Adam. He could pull away if he wanted; Kavinsky wouldn't stop him. But he wanted to feel the warmth of his body, curl his arms around his waist.
He was feeling needy, greedy, and cuddly. There was also the foolish hope that Adam's closeness would help with the aching in his head. Maybe he'd be a distraction. He was already distracting, but- things could be better.]
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Reaching out with his other hand, he pressed his fingers against Adam's hip, coaxing him closer, into Kavinsky's lap if he could. He wasn't as pushy as he could have been, which had more to do with the drugs than not wanting to spook Adam. He could pull away if he wanted; Kavinsky wouldn't stop him. But he wanted to feel the warmth of his body, curl his arms around his waist.
He was feeling needy, greedy, and cuddly. There was also the foolish hope that Adam's closeness would help with the aching in his head. Maybe he'd be a distraction. He was already distracting, but- things could be better.]
You could be one of my boys. [He murmured.]