[It was nicer kissing Gansey than he thought it would be. He'd never really like, daydreamed about it or anything- not until recently. It'd crossed his mind a few times over the last week or so, and he figured that if he was still thinking about it, it might be worth giving a try. Gansey didn't even push him away, which was an added bonus. Kavinsky thought for sure he would have, considering their history.
But no, there he was, kissing him back. And Kavinsky crowded ever closer into his space, resting his hands on his hips as he more or less pinned him against the side of the pool table. It wasn't even so much that Kavinsky was attempting to prevent his prey from fleeing but- he was very physical, tactile. He liked touching and being touched.
He didn't even try to push for more; it was a steady kiss that he let linger for a long moment before he pulled away to murmur-]
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But no, there he was, kissing him back. And Kavinsky crowded ever closer into his space, resting his hands on his hips as he more or less pinned him against the side of the pool table. It wasn't even so much that Kavinsky was attempting to prevent his prey from fleeing but- he was very physical, tactile. He liked touching and being touched.
He didn't even try to push for more; it was a steady kiss that he let linger for a long moment before he pulled away to murmur-]
Thought you didn't like me.