[kavinsky's tongue chases stiffening blood and heat through the shaft of vex's cock, tracing the path of an artery that he remembers. after all, it wasn't that long ago since he was on his knees between the faerie's feet-- another world, another time, before the apocalypse, where vex's bed in eudio had a sturdy enough rail to hold up under handcuffs and frantic pulling, right up until they decided to add some d-rings to kavinsky's bedroom setup too.
they've known each other a long time. it doesn't even occur to kavinsky, that maybe vex is thinking of someone's mouth other than his own.
he pushes a kiss up against vex's balls, in the middle, right where it meets his cock, his nose bending sweetly against it. then he flattens his tongue and gets to licking, his head poking up under the blanket as he finds his way up over the tip, opening his mouth so he can suck all the way down. and this part is familiar, the swell of vex's sex against the walls of his mouth. he's careful with his teeth and generous with his lips— generosity that's rare in every other part of his love.]
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they've known each other a long time. it doesn't even occur to kavinsky, that maybe vex is thinking of someone's mouth other than his own.
he pushes a kiss up against vex's balls, in the middle, right where it meets his cock, his nose bending sweetly against it. then he flattens his tongue and gets to licking, his head poking up under the blanket as he finds his way up over the tip, opening his mouth so he can suck all the way down. and this part is familiar, the swell of vex's sex against the walls of his mouth. he's careful with his teeth and generous with his lips— generosity that's rare in every other part of his love.]