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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[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.]

[burnyoudown]

[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.]