If you're gonna take my pants off and spank me real hard, I need you to know, that ain't my kink, [says kavinsky, who is definitely kind of lying about that. it's a little his kink. not maximum, but-- a lot.] But that's fine. You just focus on learning how to drive, baby. Aretha Franklin can chime in later.

[he leans over and taps ignacio's thigh. the instructions then are short and sweet and interspersed with a lot of fucks. turn on the car, release the clutch, throw in a little gas. wheel turn. kavinsky leans nearer than he has to in order to deliver the instructions, his lips big and dewy, hovering off the corner of the older vampire's shoulder. it is perhaps, not entirely respectful, his voice with a cadence like oil churning through pipes.]