Open RP Post

[burnyoudown]

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[dreamandbleed]

[Adam smiled at the way that Kavinsky kissed his cheek. It was... sweet. Unexpectedly so, to be honest. But he shifted a little, sliding fingers into the other boy's hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. Intimate, but not quite chaste, sweet but a little suggestive. Because Adam was greedy, and he wanted everything. It was different than with Skov and Swan, where he'd always known there was a line to what he could have, and it wasn't one that he'd been interested in crossing.

Kavinsky was different. It felt riskier, but also- like there was a chance for more. He smiles at him at the question, nodding in agreement.]

Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see you soon.

[He pulls back from him slowly, holding his hands for a moment, and then he blurs into the air. For Adam it's less like waking up and more like finding his body again, fitting himself back into his skin. It's easier than usual, because he hardly went anywhere at all. But he splashes water on his face, pats his skin dry, and then... goes and knocks on Kavinsky's bedroom door.

He tries to look like his heart isn't racing, but it is.]

[burnyoudown]

[Rarely did he feel as content as he did in this moment when Adam touched his hair and kissed him. 'Content' was a valuable feeling for how fleeting and difficult to obtain it was. He wanted Adam to keep touching him, to pet his hair and just- stay like this. But he was also the one who didn't want to hang around in this dream any longer. They could touch for real in Kavinsky's bedroom.

He woke with a slight start after Adam departed the dream, blinking up at the ceiling. He turned on a lamp across the room for some light that wasn't overpowering and then...he waited. When Adam knocked, Kavinsky was there a moment later, hair still sleep mussed, dressed only in boxers. He didn't bother trying to look casual as he ushered Adam into the room.]

So how long have you had tricks up your sleeve?