[at some point, kavinsky had noticed. maybe because of tender care and concern for one of his most treasured friends. maybe because he's in love. maybe because of some mercenary, selfish point where these two things meet, make chemical reaction, combust in blue fire, promising to leave nothing but black marks and a bad smell someday. but today, it's what keeps kavinsky warm.
it's raining when he steps into vex's home. takes the stairs up, easily navigating the rustic hallways and marine colors, unzipping his jacket as he goes, fingering the water from his ungelled hair.
kavinsky knows better than to startle the pale body under the covers, so he says,] Hey, babe, [from the doorway before stepping out of his shoes. the redistribution of his weight creaks the mattress, but it's muffled by his damp head poking under the blankets, the warm puff of exhaled air going under crisp linen and flushing the meet of vex's thighs, then the shy-- well, not shy— trace of tongue on his cock, the heat at odds with the chilly prickle of secondhand moisture clinging to kavinsky's skin, even the gaunt cliff of his cheekbone, nuzzling vex's lower belly. hello. hello.]
option iii (nsfw, lmk if not ok!)
it's raining when he steps into vex's home. takes the stairs up, easily navigating the rustic hallways and marine colors, unzipping his jacket as he goes, fingering the water from his ungelled hair.
kavinsky knows better than to startle the pale body under the covers, so he says,] Hey, babe, [from the doorway before stepping out of his shoes. the redistribution of his weight creaks the mattress, but it's muffled by his damp head poking under the blankets, the warm puff of exhaled air going under crisp linen and flushing the meet of vex's thighs, then the shy-- well, not shy— trace of tongue on his cock, the heat at odds with the chilly prickle of secondhand moisture clinging to kavinsky's skin, even the gaunt cliff of his cheekbone, nuzzling vex's lower belly. hello. hello.]