Open RP Post

[dreamedboy]

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[dreamedboy]

Should it be?

[He knew things in life were rarely easy or simple, but if there was anything that felt easy, it was Proko and Kavinsky. Which wasn't to say they never fought or argued--Proko could be just as much of a little shit sometimes--but that they remained friends despite that.

A lot of strings came attached with sex, Proko also knew. Desire and expectations, and of course he had both of those, but he thought- he hoped-

But then Kavinsky was nuzzling him, touching him, and Proko's breath hitched for a moment. It was going to be increasingly obvious in a few seconds the sort of effect Kavinsky had on him. How badly he wanted the other boy. He wanted to be more than friends.]

Okay. [It came out on an exhale as he slid his fingers into K's dark hair. He was already imagining it; he couldn't help it.] Yeah.

[He'd give anything to Kavinsky right now, with the way he was looking at him. Proko wanted to be there for him, to be the person he could lean on when life was shitty and hard. He would've wanted to be that person even if there wasn't sex involved, but the sex- how long had it been? How many days had he spent thinking about that night, wondering if it was a one-off thing or something K wanted to do again?]

I want to be what you need.

[It was raw and open and earnest.]

[dreamforger]

[He smiled at the other boy as he could hear the way that his breath caught. God, he wanted him so much. Proko wasn't the only one that wanted to be more than friends. It had just been complicated; that first time had been so intense, so good, and he'd known that he wasn't someone that Kavinsky could sleep with as a casual thing. Choosing to be friends instead had seemed obvious.

Except that he'd never stopped thinking about it. And now Proko's fingers were in his hair, and he murmurs softly, but doesn't stop touching him. He lets his fingers continue to grope him through the fabrics of his pajama pants, tracing the shape of his cock, encouraging his arousal with lidded eyes. It had been so long, but this was-- it was changing things, it was a sort of promise. And sure there were questions and details that they needed to work out, but it felt like those were things that could wait until later.]

I need you.

[It was simple and true, his fingers hooking into the waist of Proko's pants so that he could tug them down, mouth against his cock. He was so hungry for him, aching, already hard under the tee-shirt he wore, his fingers trembling where they curled against the other boy's hips. His every touch was an invitation, a reaffirmation that he needed this, that he wanted him, wanted Illya's hands on him. Trusting his body to him, to make it better in ways that Kavinsky couldn't say outloud.]

[dreamedboy]

[God, but he wanted this, needed this. It was about so much more than the sex; it was about K himself, about how Proko felt about him, about what this meant. It was harder to think about the deeper meaning of things though when Kavinsky's mouth was on his cock, breath on his skin.]

Okay.

[It came out a little shaky but was no less warm for it. K'd always had an effect on him and keeping things platonic all this time after that night had almost felt like a crime. He wanted to worship Kavinsky's body, take him apart affectionately and put him back together again.]

I can't fuck you like this.

[But he wasn't in any obvious hurry to move, though there was a part of him that wanted to pick Kavinsky up and lay him down in the middle of the bed. Proko was strong enough for it, after all, but he was also being a little selfish right now, not wanting to pull away from K's hands and mouth.]