[ bite that tattoo on your shoulder ]
ficathon: write your darlings
fandom: prosa; prose: like i'm born to run
characters: kavacam & dranto
tw: smut II prompt von nameonehero
so baby, pull me closer
in the back seat of your rover
(we ain't ever getting older)
“How the actual fuck did we end up -”
He wants to finish the sentence, because he thinks it's actual relevant to discuss the fact how they went from sneaking around each other for over four years to Dranto furiously kissing him, pinning him to the door of a car that's not even his in a town that's not theirs, but talking while fighting someone with only your mouth and tongue and lips is actually really fucking hard. Kissing Dranto until now was a drizzle, the feeling of water covering your skin after a summer rain, kissing Dranto until now was - soft, tender, gentle, fingers brushing across Kavacam's cheeks, his neck, kisses vanishing without a trace within seconds, balancing across the line of friendship and romance, all the hesitation pulled together in a single move.
Kissing Dranto now is a mistake, but it feels like the most glorious mistake Kav has ever made, because this isn't friendship or romance or even love, this is Dranto, glaring at him with a stare that's almost ferocious, a look that gets under his skin more than every other version of Dranto, that makes him want to say things he would never dare to disclose during daylight.
“How drunk are you?”, he pulls away from Dranto's hungry lips long enough to ask, and it gets him an annoying groan, hands interlocked with the hem of his worn-out shirt, and even the sensation of Dranto's fingers only one layer of clothing away from his skin, hungry to dig deeper, makes him as dizzy as the heat during the days in this town.
All Kavacam wants is to let Dranto continue, to encourage him to go all the way, but in the end, lover or not, Dranto is still his best friend and Kav still a decent human being, and satisfying the needs he's been hiding away in the darkest corner of his ribcage for the past years isn't important enough to make Dranto do something he'll regret tomorrow morning.
“Will you regret this”, it comes out breathless, a lot like pleading, and Kav hates it, hates it just as much as the way he's dragging his fingernails across Dranto's back, because all rationality aside his body makes it so damn hard not to give in. Dranto leans back for a couple of seconds, the dim light casting washed out shadows across his cheeks and forehead. Kav absently notices how it makes him look older, more grown up, while Dranto furrows his brow. He pulls his hand away from Kav's shirt, letting it rest on his collarbone, softly dragging his thumb across the structure. When he speaks, his voice is so much softer than the look in his eyes from seconds ago.
“I know what I am doing, Kav. I'm doing it because I want to, not because I'm wasted.”
This time, his kiss tastes like the normal Dranto, not the Dranto born from shotglasses and flashing neon-lights, just without the hesitation. He figures he likes this one just as much, but when Dranto deepens the kiss again, he also figures complaining right now would probably be the dumbest thing he's ever done. Instead he continues to claw his way through Dranto's shirt, the still sunwarm metal of the car in his back, and for one of the first times in his life he gets these things Dranto says all the time - that he doesn't care if everyone and the whole world sees him dancing in his underwear on the kitchencounter at four in the morning, because it makes him feel alive. Kavacam gets this, because he gets Dranto most of the time, but dancing on a kitchencounter isn't his cup of tea. His best friend pinning him against a car with his tongue in his mouth seems to be more like it.
“You're gonna leave handprints on the window”, he jokes, and Dranto smirks at him, in a way that makes him positively regret what he said. “Got lots of other things to do with my hands”, his smirk gets a little wider, while his hands slip under Kav's shirt, tracing the lines of his upper body in a wa y that makes Kav shiver. Dranto just laughs at him. Kav means to say Fuck you but it comes out as a raspy moan instead, a mess of bodies, and he's lost track of where he ends and where Dranto begins, bodies intertwined just like their lives, and it's so fitting that there's a laugh bubbling up in his throat, but it dies to another moan when Dranto moves his hands again.
He wants to tell him to drop that stupid smirk of his, but his voice isn't behaving like he wants it to, so instead he interlocks his hands behind Dranto's neck and pulls him into another kiss, only for Dranto to smirk against his lips instead.
“Fucking kiss me properly”, Kav snarls, heat pulsing through every single fibre of his body, “or I'll fucking carve it from your face with my teeth.” Dranto laughs, an almost hum inside his chest, and settles on letting his hands do the talking for him, and Kavacam melts, sweaty limps and hands clinging to Dranto's shoulders.
“You look gorgeous like this”, he whispers into his ear, and if Kav wouldn't feel on edge like this, his body yelling in agony from the exhaustion of the whole day, he would've rolled his eyes at Dranto, because there's no way he looks gorgeous like this. “If you like it that much, earn it”, his voice is raw and feels just as on edge as everything else, like his whole world just fell apart only to be pieced back together, his childhood best friend with his hands down Kav's pants, who is too busy leaving marks on the soft flesh of Kav's collarbone to reply to him, his unrequited crush for so many years, and now they are here.
When Dranto looks up to him, his eyes are hazy with something that Kav recognizes just as well, Dranto's legs brushing against his.
“The night's still young”, Kav offers, because his mouth betrays him again and because a part of him craves the feeling of Dranto's skin against his, not just fully clothed, never touching. Dranto trades him back his smirk, and Kav is very glad that he usually doesn't smirk like this, because the next time he does it in another situation, Kav will probably lose his mind. It's a price he's very willing to pay.
Dranto just nods towards Kav, and it takes him a moment to figure out that he's pointing at the car. This time, Kav rolls his eyes. “It's not even our car, Dranto, that's so disgusting.” Dranto silences him with another kiss, forceful enough to make his lip feel bruised and him breathless. “It's what teenagers are supposed to do, and you totally want it to, don't you?”
Kav struggles with holding another moan beg and figures he doesn't exactly has the best arguments against Dranto's plan, so instead he whispers “Fuck you” into the kiss and isn't surprised by the “No, I'll totally be fucking you” reply.
It's just the way they are.