[Kavinsky was good at casual; casual was a big part of his life. But there was something especially nice about kissing someone who cared about a different version of himself. At least in some existence, he wouldn't be alone. Even if he, himself, currently was. Aside from this moment, anyway.
He grazed his nails against Noah's scalp, his other hand sliding down to splay his fingers across his lower back as he pressed closer. He was content to kiss, slow and steady.]
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He grazed his nails against Noah's scalp, his other hand sliding down to splay his fingers across his lower back as he pressed closer. He was content to kiss, slow and steady.]