Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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/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.]