[there's a detached and clinical part of kavinsky that looks at the boy spread out under his hands and his mouth with mild-mannered scorn. this part of kavinsky finds it inconvenient, his body bent, half-seated, because cars aren't the most convenient place to give head, but it's so like humans, to get off on the inconvenience. 90% of kink is just inconvenience, he's sure.
and there's another part of kavinsky that's gratified by this reaction. that would've liked to draw it out, if he had time. but he doesn't. he's racing against the clock here-- the horror hallucination clock. but he nuzzles, licks, hoards the small sounds from murphy's throat into the empty cave of his soul.
both parts of him want to laugh, but he resists. instead, he reaches up to tug the boxers down, fingers in the elastic band. he skins them down murphy's hips about two inches, enough to expose the blushing crown of his cock, and then he's leaning in to trace his tongue around the tiny hole, slip his mouth around it. loosely, trying to goad murphy into fucking his mouth.] So fucking polite, [he remarks. murphy's dick slips into his mouth at each vowel, but he's careful with his teeth around the consonants, coralling the other boy's sweating waist with his hands]
too lazy to cut anymore words here we go FORGIVE TYPOS
and there's another part of kavinsky that's gratified by this reaction. that would've liked to draw it out, if he had time. but he doesn't. he's racing against the clock here-- the horror hallucination clock. but he nuzzles, licks, hoards the small sounds from murphy's throat into the empty cave of his soul.
both parts of him want to laugh, but he resists. instead, he reaches up to tug the boxers down, fingers in the elastic band. he skins them down murphy's hips about two inches, enough to expose the blushing crown of his cock, and then he's leaning in to trace his tongue around the tiny hole, slip his mouth around it. loosely, trying to goad murphy into fucking his mouth.] So fucking polite, [he remarks. murphy's dick slips into his mouth at each vowel, but he's careful with his teeth around the consonants, coralling the other boy's sweating waist with his hands]