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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[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."