[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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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.]