Lee licked his lower lip again when Kavinsky stacked their shot glasses, a very clear indication that he was ready to get things started. His head was starting to spin just a little from the tequila, and Kavinsky smelled so good. Reaching out again, he lets his fingers find the little strip of bare skin between Kavinsky's shirt and his boxer briefs, curling them so he could tuck his fingertips below the waistband.

"Let's start simple," he said, the way Kavinsky called him 'daddy' shivering up his spine in a different way this time, a much more pleasant sensation. He sucked a breath through his nose, shifting his hand until he caught the button on Kavinsky's jeans, working it open. He had to bring his other hand in to pull down the zipper, and once the front of Kavinsky's pants were open, he pressed his palm in against Kavinsky's cock, feeling the warmth of it, half hard in his palm.

"Can I suck you?" he asked, his eyes moving to Kavinsky's face, admiring his smooth, young skin, his soft lips. He still wasn't sure if kissing was on the table or not, so he shifted his eyes quickly back to Kavinsky's, focusing there.