[Adam appreciated it, having some cool air at his back, though he'd said he was fine with the heat. It felt nice on his skin and-
Oh. He shivered long before Kavinsky got his hand in his pants, shivered from his breath on his ear, the sound of his voice just as much as what he actually said. Adam was so starved for affection, so desperate for positive physical touch, for everything Kavinsky was giving him. He felt lucky and special and- he was almost moved to tears.
His expression already gave away how affected he was, the way he needed to reach for something to steady himself just from the initial touch alone, fingers pressing against the open car door. He was glad Kavinsky gave him a moment to just feel things, to appreciate the touch of his hand on his dick. When K kissed him, Adam pressed into it almost feverishly, a little desperate. It was over too soon and though he was a touch disappointed, his heart leaped as he watched the other boy sink to his knees.
Adam was almost painfully hard, and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat when Kavinsky kissed the tip of his dick. He brushed a hand through K's hair, gentle and affectionate, for the sake of touching him.]
Kavinsky.
[He couldn't help the way his name tumbled from his lips. He hadn't realized just how strong his emotions would bloom in a moment like this, but he was just- it wasn't all heat and desire and longing, but sweetness and affection, too.]
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Oh. He shivered long before Kavinsky got his hand in his pants, shivered from his breath on his ear, the sound of his voice just as much as what he actually said. Adam was so starved for affection, so desperate for positive physical touch, for everything Kavinsky was giving him. He felt lucky and special and- he was almost moved to tears.
His expression already gave away how affected he was, the way he needed to reach for something to steady himself just from the initial touch alone, fingers pressing against the open car door. He was glad Kavinsky gave him a moment to just feel things, to appreciate the touch of his hand on his dick. When K kissed him, Adam pressed into it almost feverishly, a little desperate. It was over too soon and though he was a touch disappointed, his heart leaped as he watched the other boy sink to his knees.
Adam was almost painfully hard, and he made a soft noise in the back of his throat when Kavinsky kissed the tip of his dick. He brushed a hand through K's hair, gentle and affectionate, for the sake of touching him.]
Kavinsky.
[He couldn't help the way his name tumbled from his lips. He hadn't realized just how strong his emotions would bloom in a moment like this, but he was just- it wasn't all heat and desire and longing, but sweetness and affection, too.]
I want you, too. And you- you've got me.