in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down [Voice Test]

[pravila_za_mechtateli]

It had been a long shift with a lot of johns and more of Cheng than Kavinsky really wanted to think about. At least it had only been Cheng this time, but the reminder of him was a reminder of Ronan, and Kavinsky could do without that being on his periphery at any given second.

Ostensibly, he ought to be heading back to his apartment. No one had picked him up for the night, which meant he had what he'd made from dancing, and that was it. An alright turn out, but the tips had been smaller than normal, and Kavinsky just wanted a little more cushion. Not that, if he ever got home, he could do anything with this money. But it was a nice dream.

He was aware that someone was following him by a shadow shifting, but he just kept walking, humming a new strain of a song to himself. Maybe it was just someone headed the same way. Hopefully it wasn't Cheng.

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[exterminate_the_dream]

He held his hand out, taking the lube when Kavinsky pressed it into his hand. Poison eased back as he opened it, slicked his fingers. He tossed it onto the bed and leaned over Kavinsky again, brushing down his thigh with the back of his hand. "Guide me or you're going to end up slick in all the wrong places." He grinned.

[pravila_za_mechtateli]

It was not quite how Kavinsky had intended it, Poison slicking his own fingers, but he made no objection to that. When he started to move his hand, seeking him out, Kavinsky made a soft noise and reached down to guide him as was requested.

That smile ached through him for a moment. He made no noise of the anguish. "Right there, love."

[exterminate_the_dream]

"How many?" he asked, managing not to break from the moment. There were times when he'd asked Jack, now and then they pushed each other a little. His fingers stayed on the outside, rubbing, teasing after he was guided to the right place. He waited, intent and... gentle.

A very different self. The one he'd tried so hard to hide from BLI.

[pravila_za_mechtateli]

The teasing made Kavinsky squirm a little. He didn't like to think of himself as overly easy but, if he closed his eyes and pretended, he could let himself float away to another time in another place, closeness and care and affection that he could feel reflected here because Poison was thinking of another time and place.

"Two," he breathed, unsteady. He reached down and stroked his cock. "Start with two. You know how I like it."

[exterminate_the_dream]

Poison pushed two fingers in, slow and smooth. "You feel so good," he sighs, hips nudging forward a bit like he could feel Kav around his cock. Soon. He started fucking him just like that, fingers pressing carefully, trying to find just the right spot to make him squirm and sigh and gasp.

[pravila_za_mechtateli]

Kavinsky did squirm, and sigh, and gasp, in short order of Poison starting to fuck him with his fingers. It was more than he was used to at the beginning, but that was alright. Poison's fingers were long and graceful, and Kavinsky could close his eyes and just feel the sensation of it.

"Don't make me wait too long," he whispered, eyes still shut. It was safer, even if Poison's eyes were covered. "I need you."