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[dreamedboy]

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that fairy market au;

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky didn't really have a plan, didn't have a destination in mind. It was just- leaving Henrietta and everything about it behind them. Leaving Ronan Lynch, though he wouldn't say that. He didn't want to think about him. And more than that, he didn't want Proko to think that K was thinking about him. So he just laced their fingers over the gearshift, turned the music up a little bit louder, and stole a brief whisper of a kiss.

He books them a hotel room once they get through Indiana. A nice one this time, instead of the 29.99-special motels that lined the Interstate; and it feels like that means something, like maybe they can start to breathe a little. Thankfully it's not like money is any real issue for them, and even if it was, what was there that Kavinsky couldn't dream for them?

But they go out for dinner, and Kavinsky casually picks a place that he know makes Illya's favorites. He makes it a point to make Prokopenko smile, and lies about it being his birthday so that he can smirk at him while the waiters bring out cake and obligingly sing until he blows out the candle. And then they're back at the hotel room, and Kavinsky pulls him down onto the King sized bed with him.

He was trying to make it good. Trying to say that it could be good. That they were good, no matter where they were or what it looked like. But he doesn't really know how to say that in words, so instead he tugs at the other boy, urging him to crawl on top of him so that Kavinsky can whisper in his ear:]

Do you wanna take my clothes off?

[dreamedboy]

[Kavinsky was being sweet to him. Clarification; he was being sweeter than he usually was to Prokopenko. He almost wanted to ask if he was trying to make up for something, if he'd maybe committed a murder or something (Proko wouldn't leave him, not ever), but he didn't want to ruin whatever was going on. Though he started thinking about revenge when Kavinsky said it was his birthday and made him the center of attention.

Proko smiled and took it gracefully, but he also mouthed something that looked a lot like I'll kill you, except, of course, he never would. He was sure they both knew that, and he wasn't serious anyway or even seriously upset. It was just one of those moments where you had to make a threat in response to something. He was more likely to suck K off than he was to cause him any harm.

Later, when they were in their hotel room, he kicked off his shoes before joining K on the bed, kissing him once, twice. Straddling K's thighs, Proko grinned.]

I always wanna take your clothes off, K. Sometimes, I think it's a sin that you have to wear any at all.

[dreamforger]

[Even when he was trying to do something nice, Kavinsky couldn't help being a little bit of a gremlin. So when Proko threatened him, it just made him grin that much wider. It was good, he could tell it was good. Knew he probably could have still stolen him away for blowjobs in the bathroom, but he managed to have at least a little bit of restraint.

Even if it didn't last long past the door to their room closing.

He kissed him back, almost melting into the kisses, and then he was nuzzling into Proko's shoulder as he shifted onto his thighs. He looks up at him, dark eyes heavy-lidded with desire as he blinks his eyelashes, like he's almost overwhelmed. He leans back under him, willing in a way that he always is with Proko, but focused on him with a breathless intensity it's been a while since it felt that he could afford. To just let himself go, just trust the other boy's hands on him and forget the world.

Tonight it feels alright, states away from Virginia, with plans for a trip to a racetrack the day after tomorrow he hasn't told Proko about yet. It wont be their cars on the track, but maybe it'll be nice to be no one special. With a special boy he can't help being almost addicted to at his side. Maybe wanting two had always been too greedy; maybe he should have known better.]

Yeah? Maybe we can compromise: undress me and I'll let you keep me naked all night. Maybe tomorrow too. Cause my only plans are getting room service sometime after noon and then dragging you back into bed.

[dreamedboy]

[There was always something breathtakingly beautiful about Kavinsky. Even when he was being an asshole. Sometimes especially when he was. Proko would do anything for him, absolutely anything. K meant more to him than anything or anyone else in the world. Home was wherever Kavinsky was; it didn't matter where in the world they were.

Proko was in love. He knew he was. To him, love was when you wanted someone else to be happy more than your own happiness. It was when you would kill someone for them, when you'd follow them to the ends of the Earth. He couldn't imagine his life without Kavinsky.

He smiled and it was less of the cheeky grin he'd intended and more of a fond expression that spoke volumes.]

I'm game for that.

[He slid his hands up under Kavinsky's shirt, pushing it up. More than wanting to undress his king, he wanted to take his time with K and worship every inch of his body, show him how much Proko adored him, and make him forget all about the horrors of the world, at least for a little while.]

With you, in moments like this, is probably as close as I'll ever get to heaven.