[the author would like to remind everyone !! that this is the exact sort of situation in which kavinsky sometimes accidentally has sex without lubricant. forewarned is forearmed! this is not my fault. it is most certainly not my fault
that kavinsky finds his heart lurch hot in his chest like the core of a volcano trying to find its way to the surface. he licks into the slick pocket of vex's mouth and feels his lips slip rubbery and too-wet already, barely finding purchase in his over-eager kisses except where he remembers to anchor them with bites, his incisors nipping sharply down on the plushy flesh of vex's mouth. he moans like some kind of shitty girl porn, his shoes squeaking awkwardly on the floor because he opened his legs like they're welcoming vex home, his skinny thighs cinching up around the faerie's waist.
the pistol swings off on a finger. it's very precarious-- it clatters on the floor then kind of bangs into vex's ear. kavinsky mutters,] Fuckin', [partly because of that and partly because a small rock found its way into this store at some point and it's jabbing him in the kidney, arching his back up like he's trying to sidewinder snakily across the floor. stupid apocalypse. stupid-- stupid. but kavinsky's fingers are clever, fumbling down to the faerie's crotch, trying to find buttons and zippers.] People-- came with me. Vex. [he mashes another kiss against vex's lips, drags it sloppy across his cheek, like a candy smear.] S'me people made it out.
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that kavinsky finds his heart lurch hot in his chest like the core of a volcano trying to find its way to the surface. he licks into the slick pocket of vex's mouth and feels his lips slip rubbery and too-wet already, barely finding purchase in his over-eager kisses except where he remembers to anchor them with bites, his incisors nipping sharply down on the plushy flesh of vex's mouth. he moans like some kind of shitty girl porn, his shoes squeaking awkwardly on the floor because he opened his legs like they're welcoming vex home, his skinny thighs cinching up around the faerie's waist.
the pistol swings off on a finger. it's very precarious-- it clatters on the floor then kind of bangs into vex's ear. kavinsky mutters,] Fuckin', [partly because of that and partly because a small rock found its way into this store at some point and it's jabbing him in the kidney, arching his back up like he's trying to sidewinder snakily across the floor. stupid apocalypse. stupid-- stupid. but kavinsky's fingers are clever, fumbling down to the faerie's crotch, trying to find buttons and zippers.] People-- came with me. Vex. [he mashes another kiss against vex's lips, drags it sloppy across his cheek, like a candy smear.] S'me people made it out.