[He waited patiently, fingers sliding along Elijah's skin. Anyone else, he would've teased and prompted along the way, told them to spit it out or get on with it or something like that, but. Eli was one of his boys and this was- a soft moment. A moment he didn't want to ruin or break the mood of. He might not get it back if he did.
When Elijah answered, a thrill raced down Kavinsky's spine. He'd had a suspicion, more subconscious than anything, but it'd been there. He'd been especially drawn to Eli ever since the dreams, when he'd found out the other boy wasn't so different than him. He wanted kinship. He wanted to not feel or be alone.]
I like you, too, sweetheart.
[It was an easy confession and he smiled afterward, sliding a hand up into Elijah's hair, nails grazing gently against his scalp.
Someone else would've asked, maybe- someone else would've sought permission. Kavinsky didn't like asking. Instead, he leaned up, nudging his mouth against Elijah's in a soft kiss. He didn't lack confidence; he just didn't want to push Eli too much too fast.]
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When Elijah answered, a thrill raced down Kavinsky's spine. He'd had a suspicion, more subconscious than anything, but it'd been there. He'd been especially drawn to Eli ever since the dreams, when he'd found out the other boy wasn't so different than him. He wanted kinship. He wanted to not feel or be alone.]
I like you, too, sweetheart.
[It was an easy confession and he smiled afterward, sliding a hand up into Elijah's hair, nails grazing gently against his scalp.
Someone else would've asked, maybe- someone else would've sought permission. Kavinsky didn't like asking. Instead, he leaned up, nudging his mouth against Elijah's in a soft kiss. He didn't lack confidence; he just didn't want to push Eli too much too fast.]