Open RP Post

[burnyoudown]

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🔥 Kavinsky's kink list.
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[burnyoudown]

[The only thing Kavinsky was particularly captivated by was Elijah. He had one hand resting on Eli's knee, familiar and casual, and occasionally leaned his head on the other boy's. It was nice to be close and comfortable like this, any earlier tensions more or less fizzled out.

He looked over when Elijah spoke, letting the words sink in. Maybe it was something Kavinsky himself should've brought up with Eli--or maybe Skov should have, but lord knew Skov wasn't the right person to talk about it. Skov could barely handle himself, half the time.]

What about me? It's a good idea, though. Shit can get crazy sometimes; it's better to have a firm way to tap out.

[And there was no shame in tapping out, either. The boys could be cruel sometimes, but they understood boundaries and limits. If someone wasn't having a good time anymore there was nothing wrong with them taking steps to make themselves comfortable.

Some days, things could be tame. Others, Kavinsky could get high out of his mind and pull a gun on someone, feeling invincible. His boys were usually game to play along, but not always.]

[richspoiledrotten]

Well, I mean- fuck. You know. Not like with Skov, but... something, maybe. If you're into that shit.

[Which is probably the messiest way to ask someone if they're into kink, but Elijah is always messy when it matters. Because when he gives a shit about things, about people, it's hard to know the right thing to say. It's one thing when it's an abstract construction. And different when it's figuring out how to get what he feels in his chest out into words, to translate it into something another human being can understand. But Kavinsky seems to get it, most of the time.

The fact that he's embarrassingly new to all of this probably doesn't help with articulating it, either.

But he wants it. And he wants it with Kavinsky- he'd realized that since the night he and Skov had pushed to where it had finally clicked that this was foreplay, not fighting. And after they pulled apart, when he was so high it felt like floating, he'd needed it to be Kavinsky. Not that he hadn't wanted to makeout with Skov, but.. He couldn't explain why. It was just that something about him felt right.

Something about K made him want his fingers around his throat. Which wasn't an easy desire to feel, let alone to talk about. But none of them have judged him for stumbling into this right along with Skov, so it feels- not as uneasy, or as uncomfortable, like something his skin can bear.

And Elijah sort of thought that Kavinsky with a gun in his hand was pretty fucking hot. But considering his main association was the night where he'd put down Eli's dreams that would have burned them alive, eaten them whole if given half a chance.. he might be biased. But he was a boy as damaged as the rest, anyway.]

I still haven't really figured out a safeword, though.

[burnyoudown]

[Maybe it was the messiest way to ask someone if they were into kink, but Kavinsky was more amused than anything. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. Elijah's awkwardness was endearing, as it always was. K could've poked fun at him for it, but... he didn't think Eli would take it the same way one of the other boys would. He didn't want to ruin anything between them. Especially not when it was just beginning.]

Yeah, I am. I'm not really vanilla.

[He could be, but making things kinky was so much more fun. And he wouldn't hurt Elijah- not on purpose. But that was part of why safewords were important in kink; to make sure no one accidentally crossed a line. Kavinsky didn't want to have to look any of his boys in the eye and know he'd hurt them sexually. That was a vastly different hurt than the fights they got into sometimes. A bruised face could be easily forgiven. But bruised trust? That was more complicated.]

Pineapple? Anchovies? Fuck, why am I thinking about food-

[Was he hungry? Maybe he was hungry. But also both of those words were definitely not going to come up normally during a sexual encounter. If they did, he'd have some questions.]