nsfwish

[there's a flash of fang over the fat curve of kavinsky's lip. false irritation sublimating into something else-- something bright and sure of its own power, even if even kavinsky knows that most of his vampire power is dwarfed by the abilities of a verifiable demigod. but why would that stop him, especially when the game is this?

the next moment, his mouth is back on loki's mouth. but his tattooed fingers are shimming down the front of the other man's frame, sliding over green and black fabric. skipping past knives, if there are knives. making their way down to his belt, and below his belt, the discreet housing of dick in trou. those around them&mdahs;

pay just a little mind. it's a bit indiscreet, you know. but that's probably why kavinsky whispers,] Why don't you teleport this, sweetheart?