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[dreamedboy]

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[dreamedboy]

[He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat. He would've been lying if he'd said he wasn't momentarily distracted thinking about Kavinsky fingering himself, but it was just a moment because the rest of what he said caught in Proko's chest, tangled around his very heart.

He couldn't look away from Kavinsky, even when his eyes grew a little damp. The idea that the other boy wanted him, in more ways than one, made a fierce, warm feeling uncurl in Proko's chest. Desire, affection, protectiveness- all of the above. He tipped his face into Kavinsky's hand, almost nuzzling against his fingers.]

I get you.

[It was murmured and honest as anything. He might not have been a dreamer himself but he was a dream and he thought he knew Kavinsky better than nearly anyone. He didn't blame him for going for Ronan, though. It was natural to want to connect with people, especially people who were similar to you.]

People fuck up. It's normal. I don't think I could hate you, though.

[He couldn't imagine it. He didn't want to imagine it. It was better to just think about this moment, especially when Kavinsky slid into his lap and Proko wound his arms around his waist.]

I want you- I've wanted you for a long time. I just thought-

[But he'd been wrong. Kavinsky wanted him, he'd just been- what? Nervous?

Proko smiled, a little sad but mostly warm, and leaned his forehead against Kavinsky's.]

I care about you. 'Course we can try again.

[He cared about Kavinsky so fiercely; he'd do anything for him. Though, this moment had less to do with his loyalty to a friend and more to do with the feelings swelling in his chest.]

[dreamforger]

I know you do.

[And Kavinsky meant it; the words breathed raw and honest between them, open in a way that he could only ever manage with his boys. But mostly with Prokopenko. Ronan had just been- he'd thought with another dreamer it would hurt less. That they'd get each other, that it would be them against the world. But the truth was that Proko was the only person he's ever really felt that with. Like he'd be at his side, no matter what.

Fuck, he doesn't know what he'd do if Proko hated him. But it's easy to just focus on his arms, the way that they wind around his waist, the feeling of being in his lap and pressing close against him. Kavinsky leans in further, so that they're basically chest to chest, so that he can curl his fingers in his blond hair.]

I wanted you too. I was just- I dunno. A mess. I still want you now. Both sexually, and-- I wanna date you.

[Their foreheads leaned together, and Kavinsky's breath catches, uneven and rough in his throat, and he kisses him because it's all he knows how to say. Desperate and needy and please. Because he needs him, he needs this, he wants Proko to fuck him so that he remembers how to breathe and then take it away with his fingers.]

And I wanna make it up to you, too.

[For taking so long to figure it out, for dragging Ronan around when he knew better. For letting the only person that's ever just been good to him think that Kavinsky didn't desire him with every ache of his broken heart.]

[dreamedboy]

[He was glad that Kavinsky knew, that he agreed that Proko got him. Proko wasn't sure what he would have done if Kavinsky had said he didn't get him. He'd be embarrassed and ashamed and- he'd just try even harder to really understand. It didn't seem like anything would be able to push them apart. K was his best friend in the whole world.

More important than that though was- I wanna date you. Proko's breath hitched and he went very still for a moment before remembering to breathe and blink and all of those other things. It almost felt too good to be true. Kavinsky wanted him. K wanted to date him. He nearly felt weightless except for the other boy in his arms. Proko kissed him back without hesitation, all but melting into it. It was good, so good, and he was a little breathless when they parted.]

I want to date you, too. I want- I want to be able to call you my boyfriend. You don't have to make anything up to me, though.

[Just this was good enough to make up for everything that'd happened before.]