[ Kavinsky hums a noise against John's hair, quiet, thoughtful. He thinks of all the things he could do to him, to either of them, just then. There's enough domesticity left in his chest, even while he's going wild, that he won't jump on anything and everything. He's calmed too much in the last four years.
His hand moves from Proko's cunt to the front of John's pants, feeling the shape of him. Then, he moves out from behind John and back up toward Proko's head. ]
Poor little baby virgin. If that's all you want, you can take the pack.
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His hand moves from Proko's cunt to the front of John's pants, feeling the shape of him. Then, he moves out from behind John and back up toward Proko's head. ]
Poor little baby virgin. If that's all you want, you can take the pack.