[there's a mess of tension in kavinsky's body, which nico can feel through his hands. they're both willowy boys and pushed up against the wall, the difference between mortal strength and that of a demigod is unmistakable. kavinsky is probably about to say some more dumb bravado things when nico kisses him, but then nico kisses him and
there's a strange instant of stillness. the dream thief's fists bunched and his warm cigarette breath stuttering out against nico's mouth. and then, perhaps predictably by now, kavinsky begins to cry. there are a lot more feelings involved when you don't have a thick layer of cocaine between you and them, or an out like suicide.
it's a little gross. nico's cheek gets wet; kavinsky kisses him back for a split-second, clumsily, perhaps even confused, before he starts to squirm away, slimy as a hagfish.]
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there's a strange instant of stillness. the dream thief's fists bunched and his warm cigarette breath stuttering out against nico's mouth. and then, perhaps predictably by now, kavinsky begins to cry. there are a lot more feelings involved when you don't have a thick layer of cocaine between you and them, or an out like suicide.
it's a little gross. nico's cheek gets wet; kavinsky kisses him back for a split-second, clumsily, perhaps even confused, before he starts to squirm away, slimy as a hagfish.]