Prokopenko (
dreamedboy) wrote2021-11-30 12:58 am
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Open RP Post

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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.