[He takes that as a casual, sideways permission to dip his hand into Kavinsky's jeans, to stroke him roughly in the tight space there. He pushes him back, opening his mouth with a kiss and his tongue, until they're at the wall of the nearest building.
If people are watching, Nick doesn't care.]
Yeah?
What if I just get you off?
[And deny K the opportunity to touch Nick's cock, which they both know he wants. His kinks have not been hard to crack.]
[Kavinsky braces himself against Nick, grabbing him tight as a hand shoves into his jeans to start stroking him. He's hard, of course he fucking is. Nick is soaking wet and gorgeous, how could he not be into it? He sways in for another kiss, licking into Nick's mouth before he answers.]
That's fucked up, Scratch. Leave no man behind.
[As he says it, his hands follow the top of Nick's pants until he finds the button and fly.]
[He's laughing, though, he's not serious about not letting K get him off. Of course he's going to let Kavinsky do what he wants; of course he might ask him to get on his knees and blow him.
People around them seem wrapped up in each other, not concerned with the happenings of these two boys, pressed up against a wall. If someone is watching them, Nick isn't paying attention to them. He's tugging soaked, clinging denim out of the way, he's pushing K back against the wall.]
[Kavinsky grins when his back hits a wall. He pushes against Nick's hand and kisses him again, slick and sharp.]
What do you want?
[He can feel the wet denim sagging around his hips as Nick gets his way. Kavinsky tangles his hands in the other boy's wild curls and holds him so they can lock eyes. Fuck but Nick is gorgeous. Kavinsky likes to see him careless.]
[He says it with a growl, as he kisses him, bites against his mouth and strokes him, first over his briefs, and then he reaches into them, gripping him.]
I want you to be pissed as fuck when I leave you here before I finish.
[Kavinsky's voice catches when Nick finally gets a hand on him. His own slide down, following the curve of Nick's back to pull him closer. He bites Nick's lip. He's being an asshole but Kavinsky loves even that.
He closes his eyes for a second, head back against the wall as he rocks into Nick's hand.]
[He laughs, darkly, and ruts against K's hip, so his hard-on is against K's thigh, and strokes him, gently, and then firmly.]
Okay.
Sweetheart, I won't leave you.
[He gets down on his knees, and tugs his jeans down more, his hair soaking and plastered to his temples as he extends his tongue and gives him a long lick.]
[He leans into the wall, head back as Nick sinks to his knees. Kavinsky doesn't care who watches, who sees. He pushes his fingers into Nick's wet hair and his grip goes tight as that warm tongue licks up the length of him.]
Fuck, Nick.
[Kavinsky forces his eyes open and tips his head down, dark hair still dripping water as he watches Nick intently.]
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[He is getting water all over his mouth, and the more they kiss the more intense it feels.]
I'd fuck you in public for the pleasure of it.
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His hands slide up Nick's back, closing whatever space there is between their bodies.]
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If people are watching, Nick doesn't care.]
Yeah?
What if I just get you off?
[And deny K the opportunity to touch Nick's cock, which they both know he wants. His kinks have not been hard to crack.]
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[Kavinsky braces himself against Nick, grabbing him tight as a hand shoves into his jeans to start stroking him. He's hard, of course he fucking is. Nick is soaking wet and gorgeous, how could he not be into it? He sways in for another kiss, licking into Nick's mouth before he answers.]
That's fucked up, Scratch. Leave no man behind.
[As he says it, his hands follow the top of Nick's pants until he finds the button and fly.]
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[He's laughing, though, he's not serious about not letting K get him off. Of course he's going to let Kavinsky do what he wants; of course he might ask him to get on his knees and blow him.
People around them seem wrapped up in each other, not concerned with the happenings of these two boys, pressed up against a wall. If someone is watching them, Nick isn't paying attention to them. He's tugging soaked, clinging denim out of the way, he's pushing K back against the wall.]
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What do you want?
[He can feel the wet denim sagging around his hips as Nick gets his way. Kavinsky tangles his hands in the other boy's wild curls and holds him so they can lock eyes. Fuck but Nick is gorgeous. Kavinsky likes to see him careless.]
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[He says it with a growl, as he kisses him, bites against his mouth and strokes him, first over his briefs, and then he reaches into them, gripping him.]
I want you to be pissed as fuck when I leave you here before I finish.
[Oh, he's being an asshole.]
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[Kavinsky's voice catches when Nick finally gets a hand on him. His own slide down, following the curve of Nick's back to pull him closer. He bites Nick's lip. He's being an asshole but Kavinsky loves even that.
He closes his eyes for a second, head back against the wall as he rocks into Nick's hand.]
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Okay.
Sweetheart, I won't leave you.
[He gets down on his knees, and tugs his jeans down more, his hair soaking and plastered to his temples as he extends his tongue and gives him a long lick.]
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Fuck, Nick.
[Kavinsky forces his eyes open and tips his head down, dark hair still dripping water as he watches Nick intently.]