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.
⛈️ This is open to everyone who wants to thread with me!

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[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.