[kurt'd been perfectly content with their intimacy before, all wrapped up in one another and snuggled close. he's not opposed to the sudden change, but the astonishment that follows is another story.
an observant glance is spared toward kavinsky's hand, following along until he's pulled further in, breath hissing between his teeth out of surprise. somehow, he'd let this fledgling catch him off-guard, actually let himself get figuratively (maybe somewhat literally?) swept up and tipped backward. he lowers one arm then settles onto his elbow after the shorter brunet has eased them down, relaxing against the more solid surface, softened by the comforter that'd been laid out.
his fingers wrap around blanket and shirt, clutch tight as kavinsky pitches over him, equally dazzling eyes focused on the other boy's.] As a heart attack. [what an awful comparison. nightcrawler flicks his tail around, slinks the tiny point across kavinsky's spine then pouts.] Do you not believe me?
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an observant glance is spared toward kavinsky's hand, following along until he's pulled further in, breath hissing between his teeth out of surprise. somehow, he'd let this fledgling catch him off-guard, actually let himself get figuratively (maybe somewhat literally?) swept up and tipped backward. he lowers one arm then settles onto his elbow after the shorter brunet has eased them down, relaxing against the more solid surface, softened by the comforter that'd been laid out.
his fingers wrap around blanket and shirt, clutch tight as kavinsky pitches over him, equally dazzling eyes focused on the other boy's.] As a heart attack. [what an awful comparison. nightcrawler flicks his tail around, slinks the tiny point across kavinsky's spine then pouts.] Do you not believe me?