[ what the fuck? k is high enough that at first he just feels, like.. delayed. maybe he's moving quicker than his brain can keep up with or something. but then the guy takes his drink and k realizes it's something he can do. and if kavinsky was sober, he'd be freaking the fuck out, because the idea of someone being able to hold him down like that and he can't even fucking fight is.
not good.
but he's not sober, thankfully. not by a long shot. so instead of panicking, his smile spreads across his face again. ] Manners are for ugly boys, [ he quips back, ] but I can beg real good if you want me to, honey. Want me on my knees for it?
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not good.
but he's not sober, thankfully. not by a long shot. so instead of panicking, his smile spreads across his face again. ] Manners are for ugly boys, [ he quips back, ] but I can beg real good if you want me to, honey. Want me on my knees for it?