Ransom's a good kisser and it bodes well for the rest of the night. Whatever happens next, his new client knows how to use his damn mouth. Kavinsky appreciates some versatility. Ransom will find that smirk is hard to get rid of: it starts blossoming again as soon as they're far enough apart.
"Might've had a point. I was dealing drugs to his kid."
Kavinsky tips his head back as Ransom's hand slides over his throat. It's not even the first time this week someone's held him there. He eases back beneath the pressure, offering just enough resistance that Ransom has to do more than just guide him down. It's not a fight, but it's definitely something.
He shifts beneath Ransom's broader body, adjusting his position when his back finally hits the bed.
Dark eyes stay on Ransom's face. Thank fuck he's good looking, otherwise the entitled fuckboy thing might be unbearable.
That's a conflict of interest, Kavisnky's therapist, but he's sure Kavinsky and his therapist had both been aware of that fact. The drug dealing doesn't faze him, though. Fortunately he's never needed to dip his hand into that particular pot but there's probably been a therapist or two that's mentioned Ransom's own issues with boundaries. A different take on them than Kavinsky. Still a problem.
"They always have a point." Right or wrong? Didn't matter. "I suppose."
Ransom raises a brow, tightening his grip on Kavisnky's throat. He does guide him down but he sees that pushback and knows now that he's going to have to be a little more direct, a little more forward.
"Of my dick game? Sure."
He grins, mouth quirking at Kavinsky's words. Ransom was probably too old for any of that shit but he found is amusing nonetheless. A beat and he releases his hold, leaning down to nip at the light marks he's left on Kavinsky's throat. "Take your boxers off and flip over." How sweet of him.
Hindsight and all that, Ransom unstraddles Kavinsky's thighs and slides to the edge of the bed to take his own off. He snags a few condoms and the lube.
Ransom is about to fuck a guy about a decade younger with a propensity for being a little shit, slang's the least of his worries. Kavinsky takes a deeper breath once his throat is free and he grins as teeth leave little marks. He'll be disappointed if he walks out of this with something to remember Ransom by.
He slides the last shred of fabric off first and tosses them somewhere away from the bed. The fact that Ransom is getting lube is like a dozen roses at this point. He's been here for a year and can no longer count the number of spit fucks he's had or given on one hand.
Kavinsky gets his knees under him and looks over his shoulder. Condoms? What a waste. But he forgets about them as soon as he gets a good look at Ransom's dick. Worth it.
Ah, their age difference. Kavinsky was above his cutoff and that was all that mattered. Ransom isn't one to care really. He's slept with older and younger partners. Men and women. If it felt good and he was having a nice time, it was fine. Besides, his dear Uncle Walt was always saying that Ransom only went for what was fashionable and trendy and free love was in right now, wasn't it? Live and let live. YOLO. All that shit.
The lube was for them both, heh. Going in dry didn't feel great. The condoms, though, that was for his protection. They'd said at orientation that stds weren't an issue but he'll need some time to get over that one.
Ransom drops the lube next to him on the bed, nudging Kavinsky's ankles apart to spread his legs.
"What to do, what to do."
He's a selfish man but sex was give and get back most of the time. Ransom wanted Kavinsky to put in some effort he had to do the same but there was something said about dick game. Right. He rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it on. He's already hard enough for that and that has everything to do with the view. Ransom slides his hand up the back of Kavinsky's thigh, over the curve of his ass.
Kavinsky huffs a laugh as Ransom deliberates behind him. He looks over his shoulder and spreads his legs with Ransom's coaxing. K is rarely particularly benevolent during sex - he's selfish, single-minded, and he does what he wants until he can't. Being bent over for Ransom is where he wants to be, but he's getting impatient.
He can hear the familiar tear of foil and catches sight of the condom before Ransom puts it on. What a boy scout. With a quiet huff he bows his head, eyes nearly closed as Ransom's hand runs over his skin.
"Slow? Damn, baby. This is glacial."
There's a grin in his voice. If Ransom wants him to shut up, he knows how.
Ransom played life fast and loose like it was a game without consequences. That particular way of thinking spilled over into almost every thing he did, including sex. He slept with who he wanted, when he wanted, and looking at what he's doing now, it's well within the norm for him. Might be within the norm for Kavinsky. Turned out they had more and more in common as Ransom got to know him better.
"Or we'll go slow next time." Impatient? Kavinsky was that, no doubt in his mind. Ransom was too so he wouldn't hold it against him. "Baby, hm? You call everyone baby or is that just for me?"
He fists his dick, stroking from root to tip in long, firm pulls. He knows how to speed things up for himself and why not? It's what Kavinsky's asking for and he can oblige. His other hand finds the lube, snaps it open, and squeezes it out. A stroke or three later and he's shifting up and pushing his hips against Kavinsky's ass. Bending a knee, foot to the mattress, he leverages himself and presses the head of his dick against Kavinsky's hole.
"Yeah, next time we'll go slow. Make you beg me to fuck you."
Kavinsky isn't patient for much. He doesn't wait for things to come to him. So when Ransom finally fucking pushes against him, Kavinsky rocks his hips back. He'll fucking assist.
He likes a good, slow fuck, too. But not tonight. Tonight is a down payment for a Porsche, a very specific Porsche. And down payments had to prove the job is worth his time.
"You can fuck me slow and sweet when you get your car, man. In the back seat or on the hood, your call." He grins at the thought. "But I don't beg on the first fuck." Not when its business.
When Ransom finally pushes deeper, K moans and drops his head. Worth waiting for? Probably.
Kavinsky was right. This was payment. An exchange of goods and services. Technically, Ransom could still push and slow things down, keep things on his terms, but he wanted that damn car and he was willing to do what he had to do in order to get it.
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.
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"Might've had a point. I was dealing drugs to his kid."
Kavinsky tips his head back as Ransom's hand slides over his throat. It's not even the first time this week someone's held him there. He eases back beneath the pressure, offering just enough resistance that Ransom has to do more than just guide him down. It's not a fight, but it's definitely something.
He shifts beneath Ransom's broader body, adjusting his position when his back finally hits the bed.
Dark eyes stay on Ransom's face. Thank fuck he's good looking, otherwise the entitled fuckboy thing might be unbearable.
"You gonna give me some?"
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"They always have a point." Right or wrong? Didn't matter. "I suppose."
Ransom raises a brow, tightening his grip on Kavisnky's throat. He does guide him down but he sees that pushback and knows now that he's going to have to be a little more direct, a little more forward.
"Of my dick game? Sure."
He grins, mouth quirking at Kavinsky's words. Ransom was probably too old for any of that shit but he found is amusing nonetheless. A beat and he releases his hold, leaning down to nip at the light marks he's left on Kavinsky's throat. "Take your boxers off and flip over." How sweet of him.
Hindsight and all that, Ransom unstraddles Kavinsky's thighs and slides to the edge of the bed to take his own off. He snags a few condoms and the lube.
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He slides the last shred of fabric off first and tosses them somewhere away from the bed. The fact that Ransom is getting lube is like a dozen roses at this point. He's been here for a year and can no longer count the number of spit fucks he's had or given on one hand.
Kavinsky gets his knees under him and looks over his shoulder. Condoms? What a waste. But he forgets about them as soon as he gets a good look at Ransom's dick. Worth it.
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The lube was for them both, heh. Going in dry didn't feel great. The condoms, though, that was for his protection. They'd said at orientation that stds weren't an issue but he'll need some time to get over that one.
Ransom drops the lube next to him on the bed, nudging Kavinsky's ankles apart to spread his legs.
"What to do, what to do."
He's a selfish man but sex was give and get back most of the time. Ransom wanted Kavinsky to put in some effort he had to do the same but there was something said about dick game. Right. He rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it on. He's already hard enough for that and that has everything to do with the view. Ransom slides his hand up the back of Kavinsky's thigh, over the curve of his ass.
"We'll go slow this time."
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He can hear the familiar tear of foil and catches sight of the condom before Ransom puts it on. What a boy scout. With a quiet huff he bows his head, eyes nearly closed as Ransom's hand runs over his skin.
"Slow? Damn, baby. This is glacial."
There's a grin in his voice. If Ransom wants him to shut up, he knows how.
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"Or we'll go slow next time." Impatient? Kavinsky was that, no doubt in his mind. Ransom was too so he wouldn't hold it against him. "Baby, hm? You call everyone baby or is that just for me?"
He fists his dick, stroking from root to tip in long, firm pulls. He knows how to speed things up for himself and why not? It's what Kavinsky's asking for and he can oblige. His other hand finds the lube, snaps it open, and squeezes it out. A stroke or three later and he's shifting up and pushing his hips against Kavinsky's ass. Bending a knee, foot to the mattress, he leverages himself and presses the head of his dick against Kavinsky's hole.
"Yeah, next time we'll go slow. Make you beg me to fuck you."
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He likes a good, slow fuck, too. But not tonight. Tonight is a down payment for a Porsche, a very specific Porsche. And down payments had to prove the job is worth his time.
"You can fuck me slow and sweet when you get your car, man. In the back seat or on the hood, your call." He grins at the thought. "But I don't beg on the first fuck." Not when its business.
When Ransom finally pushes deeper, K moans and drops his head. Worth waiting for? Probably.
he'll fucking assist, best line ever tbh
Not that this was much of a chore.
"Sure, sure." K was starting to talk too much and that wasn't going to work. Something vague about pride could be said now. "Let's keep it strictly to moans or my name from here on out."
Ransom rocks back and then forward, tugging Kavinsky's hips back as he eases his way in. It's not slow, but not fast either, a steady push until he's in. With a heavy moan, he drops his knee back down, and presses his palm to the small of Kavinsky's back, angling his ass up and head down.