Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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just a smol thing :3

[smiledevilish]

[It was the first time Dimitri had met Proko. It was a party on Christmas, and Dimitri hadn't told Kavinsky that he didn't want to go home for the holidays, but dreams were fucking traitors. So he had this invitation, instead: alcohol and decked halls and nothing to worry about until after the holiday bullshit.

Elijah was there, of course. The first time that they've seen each other face to face since Kingswood. It's tense for a moment, the way that Elijah looks at the blonde- hard and unflinching. Asshole, he quips, holding out a hand, and they bump knuckles and Elijah shoulder checks him hard enough to bruise before passing him a beer with a merry fucking Christmas. He puts a festive headband in his hair -- reindeer antlers with bells that jingle obnoxiously, before he goes back to slide into Kavinsky's lap.

And just like that: forgiven. It's like his world rights itself on its axis, somehow.

That would have been enough.

That was enough. But there's this gorgeous boy with a lovely smile, and Dimitri can't help being drawn in toward him. His only goal is really to get his name, maybe his number, but it isn't that sort of night, not that sort of party. They're sitting next to each other on the couch, and the chemistry crackles and there's a pill on Proko's fingers and then on Dimitri's tongue.

And there's this, too: mistletoe. One of the other boys throwing it at them and telling them to just kiss already. So Dimitri lifts a hand with a laugh, cups Proko's jaw in his fingers, and leans in, just softly pressing their lips together. But he lingers, close enough that one kiss could be more if he wants it to -- and god, he finds that he wants him to. Maybe he's just that lonely, or it's just that sort of night, or maybe something in Proko speaks to something in him.]

[dreamedboy]

[Dimitri was hot and there was something about him that drew Proko in, made him curious to get to know him. He didn't usually have that sort of reaction to people, but this was a special case. Dimitri seemed easy to get along with, and he was a friend of K's, which meant Proko would gladly accept him as a friend, too.

Proko didn't usually kiss all of his friends though. This was- something else. And he hooked a hand around the back of Dimitri's neck, the other resting on his shoulder, and murmured something too soft to hear before kissing him again. It was both easygoing and charged, electric.

He wanted more at the same time he wanted to lay his head in the other boy's lap and just talk about whatever came up until he fell asleep like that. Or maybe they could cuddle up in a bed and fall asleep together. But first, there was kissing.]