Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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⛈️ General squick/trigger list.
⛈️ m/m for anything shippy.
⛈️ General headcanon for Proko. If you've got different headcanon/ideas for a psl, hit me with 'em; I'm flexible.
⛈️ Proko's kink list.
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[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.]