#kavinyard

"Make no mistake. Everybody lies. Even you, Andrew Joseph Minyard", he moves his hand a little bit only to flick his nails against Andrew's sharp jawline. Not so it would hurt, but just enough to really feel it. At this obvious provocation Andrew, who has already almost closed his eyes, winces and then moves his head with an impenetrable look and an air of finality to something he's about to say. Kavinsky smirks.

"Come on, give me some bullshit just 'cause you can."

...no, they're far from finished here yet. Minyard accepts his challenge with a borderline mischievous flutter of his fingers over the other's body, however, never letting it escape his grasp.

"This is why I don't trust you, Joe", he concludes, his German sounding almost suspiciously soft if not for the obvious gooey drowsiness leaking from inbetween his words. Now it's up to Kavinsky to interpret that as he sees fit.

Andrew tempts them both by contradicting himself and closing his eyes, at last, as tense as he always is and has been. The clutch of his hand on Joseph's body also gets stronger, not unlike the steel jaws of a trap snapping shut and depriving him of any means to escape. The lulling blackness of sleep is already waiting for him, but he manages to open his mouth one last time before succumbing to it, voice quiet and suave.

"Do not touch me, unless you really want to get beaten", he warns sincerely instead of saying goodnight or wishing for sweet dreams.