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[obedientdog]

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[dreamforger]

[Admittedly, it was a little odd at first when Kavinsky realized that Skov was tearing up, that he was upset. But then after a few moments, he managed to work his way around to the fact that the other boy was upset over him. And the things that he said almost made K tear up, just because- fuck, but had anyone said anything like this to him before? He was quiet just because he didn't know what to say for a moment, and the temptation was just to stay like this, pressed up against Skov, and hope that passed for comfort. But he eventually manages to say something, at least.]

You do. You make me better. You're- kintsugi. The pottery they repair with gold -- I looked it up. You're like the gold. And you're always putting me back together.

[He's quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to say it, how to say the words that twist around themselves in his chest. He sighs, just leaning into Skov's shoulder.]

I just- faked it, you know? Figured if I pretended to be as confident and careless about everything as I wanted to be, that maybe everyone wouldn't realize what a fucking mess I was. Because I've always thought I was broken. Not just because of my body, but.. you know. My parents couldn't even really pretend to love me, what did that fucking say?

I couldn't imagine being good enough for someone else to care about. I couldn't imagine that I'd ever figure out how to care about anyone else, either.

[I love you. But he doesn't say it.

Instead he presses a clumsy trail of kisses to the side of Skov's neck, mostly just to touch him, because touch and contact was the language that Kavinsky spoke best, especially when he was upset or on-edge. And Skov had always seemed to be just as fluent in it. So he pets his fingers against his hair, curling his fingers against the back of his neck and holds onto him like something precious.]

And now look at me. I have you. And Swan. And I-- care about you. Both of you.

[He sort of wants to just pull their clothes off and touch each other until he feels a little less frayed, or at least a little less worn from so much talking about it in the past few days. But if they're gonna do that here, he wants to be in his bedroom at the least. Not that he thinks his mom will come home early, but it just feels safer that way.]

Do you wanna.. finish our homework later?

[He knew he was being a bad influence, but it's not like he was good at resisting temptation anyway. Kavinsky did well on tests, but he had trouble caring and applying himself when it came to homework and class projects.]

[obedientdog]

[For some reason, Skov was particularly touched that Kavinsky had looked up kintsugi, but he was even more touched that he was the gold and that he could be capable of holding someone together when he felt barely capable of keeping himself in one piece. He didn't want to let go of Kavinsky in this moment, or ever really. Skov just cared about him so much; he wished he could do more to help, to make him comfortable in his own body.]

It says that your parents are fucked up. [The words came out a little vicious, but entirely in Kavinsky's defense.] You're not the problem.

[Every parent should love their family, but Skov was also intimately aware of what it was like to have at least one shitty parent. At least his mom loved him, though.

He took a deep breath, fingers rubbing gently against Kavinsky's back. It was easy to get distracted, especially with the other boy in his lap and his mouth on his neck and just- Skov wanted to curl up around him. Or do other things.]

You don't have to ask me twice; I'm always down for anything that isn't homework.

[dreamforger]

[It means more to him than he can say that Skov declares that he isn't the problem. It makes his eyes shine a little oddly in the lowlight of the living room, but after a moment he laughs it off, just nips at the other boy's neck, sucking against his skin like he could leave a mark on him to say the things he couldn't.

Kavinsky really wanted Skov to curl around him, but he wanted more than that too. So after a moment, he's slowly extricating his body from Skov and the couch. Getting to his feet and reaching out to grab the other boy's hand, tugging in encouragement. Kavinsky's eyes are dark with desire, want electric on his skin, and he just-- he wants to pull him into his bedroom and take their clothes off and pick up where they'd left off at the warehouse, figure out how they fit together.]

C'mon. I wanna take your clothes off and I don't wanna do it out here.

[He knew it was mostly an illusion, but it felt safer in his room. It was his space, not hers. There was a lock on the door, and K was not above climbing out the window if he had to. He looks at him through a flutter of his dark lashes, a filthy sort of smirk on his mouth.]

It'll make sitting in your lap more fun.