Kavinsky hummed, the pill finally starting to catch in his system, starting to bring out the warmth and color in Lee's voice. He could feel his breath picking up a little bit, watching Lee's tongue on his lips, watching his throat work a little bit. He picked up his own shot glass and threw back the tequila, letting it burn its way down, fiery, liquid amber, warming him through, building the heat in his body that was calling out to the heat in Lee's body.

He let out a little hum as Lee touched his side. With careful deliberation, he stacked his shot glass into Lee's, finalizing their drinks for the moment. His buzz from the bar was neatly returned, swirling with the ecstasy in him, and he let himself feel blissful for a moment.

"How were you thinking of getting that taste out of your mouth, daddy?" Kavinsky smiled, lazy and easy. "I don't have a lot of limits."