Something tripped in Kavinsky's chest. He kept his touch, his kisses going. Poison shifted his leg, and Kavinsky rode along with it, breathing against his skin.
"Gotta get you a better conditioner," he murmured, putting a smile into his voice, which meant it was on his lips, and Poison would feel it on his skin. "Like your hair too much for it to all fall out."
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Date: 2016-09-20 03:14 am (UTC)"Gotta get you a better conditioner," he murmured, putting a smile into his voice, which meant it was on his lips, and Poison would feel it on his skin. "Like your hair too much for it to all fall out."