[If nothing else, the sharpness of Vincent's nails clawing their way across his spine and down his back forced from Kit the desired prize: a throaty moan of pleasure that rolled out of him as his hips continued to battle Vincent's for dominance.
For all that Kit had a reputation, it had been more than a year since he'd felt anything like this. Between juvenile detention and needing to behave like someone allegedly reformed, he'd been doing his best to keep his head out of trouble and his urges in check. Until now. What it was about Vincent, he couldn't say. It may only have been that he had the opportunity and nothing more. And maybe that was all that mattered. Either way, he didn't want it to stop, certainly not if it meant cutting into him again in such a delicious way.
His body shuddered atop the other boy, legs trembling in their hold against him, and then his own hands found their way beneath Vincent's shirt. His nails left biting grooves down his chest and across his stomach toward the waistband of his pants, but his fingers weren't all that was penetrating.
With little warning his teeth stole their way from Vincent's ear and to his throat, a voracious pinch of flesh between them drawing a trickle of blood that was immediately lapped up by his tongue.]
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For all that Kit had a reputation, it had been more than a year since he'd felt anything like this. Between juvenile detention and needing to behave like someone allegedly reformed, he'd been doing his best to keep his head out of trouble and his urges in check. Until now. What it was about Vincent, he couldn't say. It may only have been that he had the opportunity and nothing more. And maybe that was all that mattered. Either way, he didn't want it to stop, certainly not if it meant cutting into him again in such a delicious way.
His body shuddered atop the other boy, legs trembling in their hold against him, and then his own hands found their way beneath Vincent's shirt. His nails left biting grooves down his chest and across his stomach toward the waistband of his pants, but his fingers weren't all that was penetrating.
With little warning his teeth stole their way from Vincent's ear and to his throat, a voracious pinch of flesh between them drawing a trickle of blood that was immediately lapped up by his tongue.]