"You said you wanted this...me." Kavinsky's voice was rough and hoarse, volume low and quiet as though he was ashamed of the fact that he'd so clearly branded himself in some way on Ellis' skin. He had done it thoughtlessly, because he had wanted it and didn't seem to care that maybe that wasn't something the redhead was okay with and shame flooded him even if it didn't seep outside.
As always, Ellis knew what to do to calm the wild horse heart of his, cradling and accepting every sharp and jagged piece that made up the broken teenager. Instinctively his eyes closed and he took the time to force himself to relax, inhaling and exhaling slowly. "Everything I do leaves a mark Ellie," Kavinsky breathed against the man's neck, drawing back and blinking blearily at the honking.
It was a reminder that they were not alone, that they were out on the street on the verge of doing inappropriate things and well...
"Come on, let's go back to the apartment." He didn't say home because that's not what that place was. Peeling away was more difficult than he would have liked, but he snaked an arm around Ellis' waist and half carried him over to the car. They'd deal with this all one way or another.
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