[He doesn't know what he expected, but somehow it wasn't this. It wasn't the easy way that he says it, the way that sweetheart rolls off his tongue like an easy endearment. This thing that he's felt since before that night, but definitely after. Definitely when they were alone in Kavinsky's bedroom, with Elijah in just boxers and his tee-shirt, whispering I'm glad I met you as he clung to him like an anchor.
Someone that was like him, or at least someone that understood what it was like. What dreaming did to you, what it was to bend the lines of real and not real.
He shivered as Kavinsky's fingers trailed up, sliding into his hair, pulling a low murmur from his mouth as he looked at him. Stripped raw, too honest, feelings too real to be put into words. And then he kisses him and Elijah leans into it, fingers in his shirt tugging him in close. The way K kisses him is soft, but Elijah is too hungry to let it stay that way.
K isn't the only one that's a glutton for contact. Between fighting with Skov, and being here with K and the knowledge that he wants him, it's impossible to do anything but melt into him. He's ached for him, and he wants- he just wants- touch. He wants to touch, to be touched, and not feel like someone will look at him like an alien in his own skin.]
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Someone that was like him, or at least someone that understood what it was like. What dreaming did to you, what it was to bend the lines of real and not real.
He shivered as Kavinsky's fingers trailed up, sliding into his hair, pulling a low murmur from his mouth as he looked at him. Stripped raw, too honest, feelings too real to be put into words. And then he kisses him and Elijah leans into it, fingers in his shirt tugging him in close. The way K kisses him is soft, but Elijah is too hungry to let it stay that way.
K isn't the only one that's a glutton for contact. Between fighting with Skov, and being here with K and the knowledge that he wants him, it's impossible to do anything but melt into him. He's ached for him, and he wants- he just wants- touch. He wants to touch, to be touched, and not feel like someone will look at him like an alien in his own skin.]