[Kavinsky's need has never been placed on the backburner for any discernible reason. According to him, he's well aware of what he needs, it just happens that the Venn diagram between his needs and his wants is a single, cohesive circle. Most beasts are like that; they want to fuck, fight, and submit themselves to chaos, and they need the same wretched things. No one has any right to judge him, especially not in the Nest where they have some access to his mind, they can see how easy it is to slip. And he's happy, probably. He's content with himself, most likely.
He's doing what he needs/wants and there's no one there to stop him. Even Sam's started slipping, too, albeit while unconscious. He wouldn't bite Kavinsky's lower lip if he was awake. (Ronan wouldn't let Kavinsky touch his back if he was awake).
But it feels like being need/wanted to an uncomfortable degree when the wind of Sam sweeps in and clears away the cobwebs. Kavinsky won't tremble like some breezed past tree branch, but he brusquely tears himself away from the kiss he went and started. It would be easier to keep going if Sam wasn't already skipping past general horniness to the red-lit danger zone of intimacy.]
You're always like this, huh? You don't turn off?
[Sleeping Sam's still Sam. It's a travesty.
A greater travesty: the imagined pain of his lip after that bite will disappear once they both wake up.]
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He's doing what he needs/wants and there's no one there to stop him. Even Sam's started slipping, too, albeit while unconscious. He wouldn't bite Kavinsky's lower lip if he was awake. (Ronan wouldn't let Kavinsky touch his back if he was awake).
But it feels like being need/wanted to an uncomfortable degree when the wind of Sam sweeps in and clears away the cobwebs. Kavinsky won't tremble like some breezed past tree branch, but he brusquely tears himself away from the kiss he went and started. It would be easier to keep going if Sam wasn't already skipping past general horniness to the red-lit danger zone of intimacy.]
You're always like this, huh? You don't turn off?
[Sleeping Sam's still Sam. It's a travesty.
A greater travesty: the imagined pain of his lip after that bite will disappear once they both wake up.]