Kavinsky didn't let himself drift to any other time another man had touched him like this, didn't think of other beards that had scratched against his neck or hands that had rested low on the little bit of softness that sat on the low spot of his belly above his low-slung jeans. Lee was still cautious, still tentative, but he was present. The moment was its own moment.
He pressed himself from hips to shoulder against Lee, a sigh shivering out of him as, for the moment, he contemplated where they were at. This was the point where--the first time with Connor--he'd made things simple. A quick, messy blow in the bathroom. But the prospect of being taken home, of being wanted, even while he felt as low as he did was terribly tempting. Lee was handsome, confident; Kavinsky didn't doubt he had plenty of experience with a face like his.
"Whenever you're ready," Kavinsky said, and then, sort of sniggering to himself, because he knew he had to be nearly twenty years Lee's junior, he twisted a little and whispered against Lee's ear, "Daddy."
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Date: 2016-02-01 06:02 pm (UTC)From:He pressed himself from hips to shoulder against Lee, a sigh shivering out of him as, for the moment, he contemplated where they were at. This was the point where--the first time with Connor--he'd made things simple. A quick, messy blow in the bathroom. But the prospect of being taken home, of being wanted, even while he felt as low as he did was terribly tempting. Lee was handsome, confident; Kavinsky didn't doubt he had plenty of experience with a face like his.
"Whenever you're ready," Kavinsky said, and then, sort of sniggering to himself, because he knew he had to be nearly twenty years Lee's junior, he twisted a little and whispered against Lee's ear, "Daddy."