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[dreamedboy]

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heaven is more than seven minutes;

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky had noticed Prokopenko before, of course. He didn't know him by name, but he knew that he showed up to the parties, that he wasn't quite a wallflower, but that he didn't have a particular cluster of friends that he traveled with, either. And he knew that he was interested, because he'd seen the way that he looked at him. He tried to be subtle, but Kavinsky had almost a radar for attraction from gorgeous boys. So he'd noticed.

But he hadn't called him out on it at first, just let it be this string between them, wanted to see if he'd make a move on his own. But K knew he could be intimidating, between the rumors that were almost legends, the way he'd lean in to whisper something to Skov or Swan, like they had their own language that no one else spoke. Rumors of the way that he went through partners like most people went through tee-shirts -- and that was all without getting into the whole drug-dealer thing, which was either a positive or a negative with little middle ground.

But a few people had dropped out of the traditional rounds of party games, and while he absolutely would play seven minutes in heaven with Skov or Swan (or both at the same time) he recognized that was boring. So he was looking for someone he didn't know he'd be willing to at least get to first base with in a cramped space while hecklers yelled encouragement and other perversions, knowing the crowd.

So when Prokopenko catches his eyes tonight in the middle of the hallway, he doesn't keep his distance. It's an impulsive choice, feels like a bad decision because there's something about him that he likes more than most, and not just because they both have names that make them foreigners in the place they were born. Like he's sharp, like there's more to him than the cold set to his eyes.

Kavinsky doesn't quite ask: he just steps in close, catching the boy's wrist in his fingers. It's softer than you might assume, not quite demanding, but pulls them in close together. K is having a good night so far- warm and tipsy and just a little high. Just the right mood for the party, for this sort of thing; he slides in so their chests almost touch. Close enough his words are almost a secret, grinning as he looks into his eyes.]

Seven minutes in heaven. I need a partner-- you up for it? I've seen you watching me, Sweetheart. So don't tell me you're not into it.

[Now he's being demanding.]

👀

[dreamedboy]

[Prokopenko liked to think he was subtle. He liked to think he was sneaky. He was apparently none of those things, actually. Especially not when Kavinsky touched his wrist and stepped in close. It felt like his heart was beating double-time and he could barely breathe--was he holding his breath without realizing it?

Without a doubt, Kavinsky was one of the most handsome boys he'd ever seen. There was something about him that made Proko feel like there were butterflies in his stomach. He didn't get that feeling over just anyone. Of course, he didn't have friends; he was aloof, alone for most of the time, so that made it even more surprising that Kavinsky reached out to him--literally.

He was flustered, flattered. Nervous and a touch embarrassed all at the same time. Kavinsky could have asked anybody and yet he'd approached Proko. Proko couldn't look away from the other boy's eyes, even as he moved a hand to very gently press against the center of his back, more reflex than anything.

There was no way in hell he was going to say no.]

I'm up for it.

[Fuck, was he ever up for it. If anybody but Kavinsky'd asked, he probably would have turned them down. There was no way he could turn down K.]

/eyebrow waggle

[dreamforger]

[He could see that he was embarrassed, but he didn't back down, and that won him points, at least. He didn't have a kink for the shy ones, but he wasn't opposed when they were like Proko, at least -- when they were still willing to go for what they wanted. The boy presses fingers to the middle of his back, and he grins, wicked and suggestive as he looks into his eyes.

He leans in, just enough to nip lightly at his bottom lip. A tease, but also a prologue.]

Good boy. C'mon.

[It's playful, and he tugs him by the wrist, leading him back into a room with an assortment of boys- some making out, some drinking, and of course including Swan and Skov. There was the sort of electro meant for grinding thrumming from the stereo, and a closet that had a piece of paper taped to it with the word HEAVEN scrawled in sharpie.]

See, now I don't have to borrow Swan. Cause we all know who he'd rather makeout with.

[Kavinsky declared to Skov with an easy sort of teasing. He messed around with them both here and there, but he knew they were attached to each other. But Kavinsky wasn't really the dating type, so it worked out more or less. Not that he didn't want a boyfriend, but it seemed easier to not let someone close than to get left.]

[dreamedboy]

[A shiver raced down his spine when Kavinsky nipped his lip. He'd made the right decision; he knew he had. The other boy was sinfully attractive and Proko'd been sneaking glances in his direction for a while. Or not sneaking, since it seemed Kavinsky'd picked up on it. At least this saved him from trying to come up with something cool to say to try and get Kavinsky to like him.

Following along, he glanced around the room when they stepped in.

Skov, on the other hand, looked up from where he was sitting in Swan's lap.]

Like kissing you's a chore.

[Skov was also teasing but it was true, too. Kissing Kavinsky was so far from a chore. Swan glanced from Kavinsky to Prokopenko and back again, smirking.]

Have fun.

[Proko wasn't sure which one of them Swan was addressing, but he guessed, in the end, it didn't matter much. He was sure that if Kavinsky had a good time, Proko would, too.]