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[burnyoudown]

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[sphecophobic]

Oh.

[That's all the response his brain can muster when Kavinsky says that he's thinking about kissing him. Which notably isn't a no, it isn't a protest, or laughing it off, or any of the responses that he probably should have had when it came to the idea of Kavinsky kissing him. And even if what he says could be mistaken as a lack of interest, there's heat in his tone, in the way that he says it.

And he kisses him back.

It's a little bit shy at first, almost unsure, but he is into it. A slow sort of desire as he leans into him, reaching up to curl fingers against his shoulder. There's a helpless sort of sound in his throat, a shiver in his frame. It's not his first kiss or anything, but- it's been a long time since he's kissed anyone. Since anyone wanted to kiss him. He's tactile when you pull away the layers of the people he is for other people.

Gansey's been so alone. Partially his own fault, of course. Courting a dead Welsh King didn't imply a predisposition towards affection.]

[burnyoudown]

[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-]

Thought you didn't like me.

[sphecophobic]

[Gansey would never have thought of the fact that Kavinsky would make him breathless, but here they were.

There was something about the way that his hands pressed to Gansey's hips, pinning him up against the side of the pool table. He had no intention of fleeing, but somehow the way he held him in place got under his skin. He liked it, wanted it. It made his fingers cling to his shoulder just a little tighter, has him breathing ragged and uneven when they part.

There's a slight touch of amusement as he catches his breath in response to K's words and Gansey reaches up, looking into his eyes. And it feels different, like seeing him for the first time outside of who he was to Ronan. Seeing him like he could be someone to Gansey. He touches his fingers against his jaw, the slightest whisper of his fingertips as he skims against his skin.]

Mm. You're not as bad as I used to think.

[His voice is teasing, almost fond. But- there's a truth to it, too. Like Gansey knows he should apologize for having been an asshole, for blaming Kavinsky because it was easy. For knowing he was a drug dealer and thinking that was all he needed to hear about him. For the fact that if Ronan hadn't brought K back that he would never have bothered re-contextualizing any of it at all.

But Gansey wasn't great at apologies himself, and it seemed like the sort of conversation that just begged for him to find some way to say something careless and insulting. And he didn't want to chase him off.]

But you were always terribly attractive.

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[He stroked his thumbs against Gansey's hips, smirking a little but also leaning into Gansey's touch.]

Neither are you. I thought you were a boring asshole. All full of yourself.

[And boring, had he mentioned boring? Gansey still wasn't like, a wild party boy, but he had his moments. Kavinsky was secretly fond of the way Gansey got excited about things, like Cabeswater. They might not have shared the same passions, but hearing him ramble about things was- oddly endearing. He wondered if that was the way the rest of Gansey's friends felt about it. If that was why they put up with him sometimes.

He preened a little when he was told he was attractive, and really, one could argue about not stroking his ego, but sometimes it needed a little stroke. He could be so hard on himself.]

And you've got a great mouth. And beautiful eyes.

[And nice hair that was just begging for fingers to run through it. And a neck that equally begged to be touched and kissed. He couldn't help but wonder if the rest of Gansey was as nice as the parts he could see.]

[sphecophobic]

[He sort of was a boring asshole. He just- he wasn't nearly as full of himself as he seemed. As people chose to believe about him.

Gansey shivered a little at the way that Kavinsky's thumbs stroked against his hips. It was strangely intimate, but he leans into his hands, doesn't pull away even if he probably should. But he liked the way that the other boy leaned into his touch, warm against him, if not as heated as when they'd kissed. He made him feel like the recklessness in his veins wasn't really a bad idea.

Gansey knew what it was like to be hard on yourself, to seem like you were the last person on earth in need of praise. He flushes a little when K tells him he has a great mouth and beautiful eyes.]

Does that.. are you saying you might want to kiss me again?

[There's a bit of a glint in his hazel eyes as he looks up at Kavinsky, a touch of invitation to the words. Because he wants to. Normally Gansey isn't a boy that gives into things just because he wants to, that allows himself to be driven by wild desires. But-- he doesn't know. This isn't a wild party, it's just the two of them. And he's so lonely, unable to say that to either of his friends. And Kavinsky is here with him, warm and beautiful and captivating.

Hardly the first time he's noticed. Maybe not even the first time he's thought about him- kissing him, or maybe more. He hadn't thought about what he wanted when he'd asked him to come over, but the idea of spending the night making out with Joseph Kavinsky wasn't actually a bad thought at all. He wonders if he'd stay the night, if he'd dare to ask.]

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[Kavinsky laughed, warm and delighted. He wasn't really the kind of person to just kiss someone once. Usually, there was a lot more involved after the floodgates had been opened. But if you'd told him a few months ago that he'd be standing here, this close to Gansey, about to kiss him again, he never would have believed it. Gansey had been- not his worst enemy, but he'd viewed him as competition, for sure.]

Yeah, Sherlock, I'm saying I want to kiss you again.

[And so he did, leaning in and pressing their mouths together. It was almost sweet- sweeter than he would have kissed if they'd been at a party or around other people. It was easier to feel like he didn't have to posture as much when he was alone with someone.]