PTX Shots

Day 27: Secret [Kavi] [X]

A/N: Warning, smut ahead. Every chapters with [X] behind contain smut and sexual contents.

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They weren't but a minute through the hotel door before Avi's pressed his body against Kirstie's and his lips caught hers in a heated kiss. Got his arms under her thighs, he lifted her up and pushed her back to the door, while her hands passed and grabbed his hair through the bun.

Between their kisses, when they had to pull back a bit for air, she whispered, "So you did missed me, Dragon."

"You are always aware of that," his voice even lower, rumbler. His large hands stroke her bare thigh gently as she wore a short jeans, which he was very please about, "You should be grateful that I didn't rip this thing off in front of our audience's eyes. What's the point of swinging your hips in front of me, child?"

As she slid a hand down to grip his shirt, she asked with a fake innocent face, "So what's the point with this black button-down and that high boots earlier, daddy? You look handsome, and it does turns me on."

"Luckily you are turning on, love. I would feel so unworthy if you aren't."

"Show me you are worthy, love.", her voice husky in the way totally made his knees go weak. His mouth quickly found hers again, and he groaned as the feel of her shaky breaths came to his ears.

Avi carried her from the door to the bedroom, his lips never left hers. As they both fell to bed, Kirstie's fingers desperately found and unbuttoned his shirt. It had been quite a challenge for her to resist him too. They are at their Pentatonix's reunion concert, she knew, but she couldn't help herself to be turned on by the way his hips swayed, the way his breath slid on her skin when he whispered his room number to her ear. His hands trailed to her collar when he sat her down on bed, caught the highest button of her shirt and he pulled apart strongly, which caused all buttons to be pulled out completely and fell scattered to the ground.

"What a little patient you have, Kaplan."

"Remind me whose fault is that, baby?", he chuckled a bit as he pulled both their shirts out and threw them to the floor. He trailed his fingers down along her spine, stopped on the hook of her bra, "Can I?"

Her breathing became heavier as she mumbled a "Yes."

That was all Avi needed. He unlocked the hook but didn't rush to pull the bra down. He laid Kirstie flat on her back, heard her breathing quicker when he hovered over her, watched her eyes trailing down his body. Caught her eyes on his ones for a moment, he leant down and slowly put his lips on her neck. Avi kept it soft and gentle, indirectly left her waiting between her heated thoughts, what he knew so so well. And he heard she moaned quietly as he licked the tender skin of her neck. Smirked quiet in pleasant, Avi moved down, bit her collarbone teasingly while the bra also was pulled down, freed her full breasts. Didn't linger for any longer, he took one to his mouth, sucked and nipped it greedily, his throat rumbled out a deep groan. One of her hand gripped the sheet tightly as she gasped, and the other one managed to take his bun off and slid to his hair as he swirled his tongue around her hardening bud. The sounds of his bass turned her on real good, real fast when he changed to her other. His mouth on her body, it was a really long time. Two goddamn years being apart, her body craved for him. She craved for him.

Kirstie moaned quietly and sighed as she felt his hand slid to her hips and his thigh shifted lightly between her legs, pressed down and rubbed her core. Once Avi knew she was just ready, ready enough for him, he trailed his lips and tongue down her body, graced her flat stomach, and damn, she tasted so good. Taste, like the taste of long-time-apart lover, and something sweet like the cream of the cake that Scott threw to her a few hours ago. Cheering party, you know. And she taste gentle like the smell of her shampoo, like the mixing of fruits and so. Delicous, precious.