#kvrimn

[lilacwiinearchive]

@kvrimn​ sent 12 for max and karim. 

another friday night, another night were max ended up entangled in everything that was karim. this was no good really; this frivolous back and forth that brought them to the same place every time. karim’s bed (occasionally max’s but a far rarer occasion, the other male’s apartment was just nicer). his lips were feverish as they trailed down the planes of his chest, a hand groping casually at his jeans. there was far too much need to it all — for something that was so casual there was a hell of a lot of passion mixed up in it. max knew where his came from, from the desire he held that went outwith sex, but it almost seemed like it was reciprocated it in a way that made him hopeful. maybe that was just wishful thinking, though. in fact, he didn’t doubt it likely was. he’d only been in the door about five minutes and here he was, rocking his hips down against the mattress as he attempted to work karim up in the way the other seemed to so easily do to him.

[iicarians]

( sebastian & karim ) @kvrimn​

      sebastian hadn’t spoken a word since he had called karim and told him he was outside his place. it hadn’t been a conscious or planned decision -- memories fade in and out after finding kenny and the tightly drawn worry on his face in his own goddamn apartment. he couldn’t find a moment of refuge to let the drinks wash away their heated argument, to just fall asleep and forget every word between them. so he had turned heel instead, and managed to find himself directly in front of karim’s apartment on nothing more than a whim. patience is a line stretched taunt, fraying at the ends until he’s ready to snap in two as he watches the numbers on the elevator tick up and up in favor of conversation. so the moment they cross the threshold of the apartment, sebastian is on karim like a match to a flickering flame. he doesn’t care if karim can taste the alcohol or even the sharp emotions on his lips -- just wants him to take it away and distract him for long enough.

[cryptidsdad]

kvrimn / sc. 

It was not the first time that he had woken up to someone in his bed. It was, however, the first time that he had intentionally allowed someone that he had hooked up with to stay over. Robert did his best to ignore the thoughts of why he had told Karim that he could stay the night. Something that was hard to do when he was in the middle of making breakfast for the two of them. (Could it be called breakfast? It was almost twelve-thirty already.) Dark eyes glanced toward the entry way at the sound of footsteps, head tilting in a nonverbal greeting. “Sit down. Food’s almost done.” He seemed to enjoy making food for someone again, at least.

[mvncesa]

kvrimn / x.

A soft hum came from the other end of the line as Decker allowed himself to stretch out. Eyes fell closed as he simply listened to the sound of the younger man’s voice instead. “Hm. You’re the over-confident type, aren’t you?” It seemed that that was the type of guy that he went for. (As if he had any real experience outside of Sobieski, anyway). He made a quiet but amused sound, eyes flickering open to stare up at his ceiling. “Oh. You’re definitely the over-confident type if you think you can get me to bottom so easily.”

[contradictivs]

kvrimn sent : & / send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Ryder was unsure of how exactly he had gotten into that situation. It was not that he actually minded it, more that he genuinely did not know. The sleeve of his shirt pushed up to expose the lower half of his upper arm. He watched the fingers tracing along the scar there for a long second before he made a soft noise of amusement. “It isn’t even that dramatic,” he murmured. Green eyes flickered up to the other’s face, lips tugged up into a small smile. “I broke my arm while playing lacrosse. Not even that bad of a break, either, it just looks like it was bad.” 

[threefailed]

@kvrimn continued from here:

Sheila rolled her eyes at his ‘Hot Topic’ and ‘Green Day’ comments. “wow, you’re so original. I’ve literally never heard either of those things before.” Sarcasm dripped from her tone like it was drenched in it. “If you’re going to insult, please do us both a favor and be a little more creative than that.” She placed a hand on her hip and looked at him with one raised brow. She didn’t care what some stranger thought of her, especially since it was just water. It would dry.

In her mind, he was being far too dramatic.

[lilacwiinearchive]

@kvrimn sent 19 for max and karim. 

even if now max and karim were sleeping with one another exclusively things weren’t really all that different. sometimes max was convinced that things felt different, though. the way their fingers were laced made things feel so much more intimate, which said a lot considering he was currently taking karim to the hilt as he rolled his hips back against him. it was a little slower than usual, less urgent. romantic, almost. while he’d never grow bored of what they normally did after what they’d gone through with the whole dating fiasco he could definitely admit that this was nice. there was no other word for it, really. the room was void of the usual sound of their skin meeting, instead he occasionally let out a soft moan or a breathy pant. “ — fuck,” he groaned, bringing their joined hands to his mouth. 

[iicarians]

closed starter  /  @kvrimn​  ------

        thin sheen of sweat still coats every inch of gabe’s body post-show as he shoulders his way past people reaching for him in his path to the bar. his job starts and ends on the stage -- didn’t sign up for anything more than that, no matter how many times their manager throws his hands up in frustration and insists otherwise. hell, he’d barely signed up to begin with ; had only agreed to play one show as an emergency favor for david that somehow turned into his signature sloppily written onto the dotted line of a contract two months later. it's bitterly laughable the ease of how these things happen with them ... david’s so fucking bright and full of life that gabe often has to squint to see past him when he enters a room. and by the time he adjusts, he’s usually already neck deep in whatever the other wanted from him. but that’s just how it is with them ; they're a twin set of swords forged from the same hellfire of an upbringing that don’t know how to untangle from each other. one just happened to come out shiny and relatively smooth while the other cracked somewhere during the process, splintering through the middle until there was nothing left but jagged and too sharp edges. 

       so he lets the others handle the preening and come back from their performance highs as he situates himself at the bar. he’s still waiting for the bartender to notice him when he feels someone slide into the empty spot next to him, a little too close to be accidental but not close enough to warrant immediate attention. but he didn’t come to the bar to make friends ... he just wants a drink. it’s that singular want that takes a loose grip in a cloudy mind, and he’s so focused on staring down the bartender that he doesn’t quite register the person is saying something to him. it isn’t until the bartender passes by him for the second time in a rush that he finally turns his gaze to them, blinking languidly as he wades murkily through a barely present mind in a half-effort to remember what the stranger said but coming up short-handed. “ huh? ”