[It takes him a minute to realize where Kav's gone. Then he feels Kavinsky's hands on his hips and he can't help moan hanging on his exhale. John's fingers are exploring again and Proko reaches down to help, coaxing John to just-- slip two fingers into him. He whimpers, lifts his hips to encourage him deeper.]
Shit, just-- You could fuck me... [He's quietly breathless, words soft and slurred.] K... Kav. Help him? Show him. I need--
[He hiccups another moan and he can feel the heat in his face and his chest.]
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Shit, just-- You could fuck me... [He's quietly breathless, words soft and slurred.] K... Kav. Help him? Show him. I need--
[He hiccups another moan and he can feel the heat in his face and his chest.]