Before they came here, and since they'd arrived, Lee had gotten the impression that Kavinsky wanted something dirty and hard, and maybe not quick necessarily, but definitely not tender. In general Lee was okay with that, had been all but subsisting on it for years, rough handjobs in bar bathrooms, a good hard fuck in the back of someone's car. It was never nameless or rude, but it wasn't lasting either, it wasn't sweet, barely something more than assisted masturbation.
Connor had been sweet. The last time they'd been together, the moments they'd shared, it felt like something real. But once Lee had gone home, walking out in the cold, reality had spun out in his mind, reminding him that it was just sex, had never been meant for anything more. It made Lee angry, not at Connor, but at himself. He wasn't a lovesick teenager, he was a grown adult, a man who had seen enough people turn their backs on him back when he still had a chance at life. Connor didn't know how short Lee's lifespan was, but he'd also not shown much of an indication that what they had was special to him. His being over invested wasn't Connor's fault, and Lee needed to put an end to those feelings as quickly as possible.
What he needed was something caring, even if none of it was real. Kavinsky probably wouldn't be interested in that, but for now Lee let himself indulge. He spent a longer time than usual experiencing Kavinsky's dick, licking and sucking at it in a way that wasn't particularly conducive to building toward an orgasm. It was more like foreplay, Lee's mouth working over the stretched, hot skin, straying off to kiss and bite hipbones, shifting low to suck at Kavinsky's balls.
Minutes later Lee's chin was dripping with saliva, his mouth tingling from the textures of Kavinsky's skin, from exquisite overuse. Pulling back for a moment to lick his lips, he didn't look up at Kavinsky, not wanting to see impatience or disapproval, just took a breath and went to work, holding Kavinsky's cock so he could slide his mouth over it, bobbing with intent now, pushing deeper with each stroke, flattening his tongue to increase the friction, humming to enhance the sensation.
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Date: 2016-02-06 08:06 pm (UTC)From:Connor had been sweet. The last time they'd been together, the moments they'd shared, it felt like something real. But once Lee had gone home, walking out in the cold, reality had spun out in his mind, reminding him that it was just sex, had never been meant for anything more. It made Lee angry, not at Connor, but at himself. He wasn't a lovesick teenager, he was a grown adult, a man who had seen enough people turn their backs on him back when he still had a chance at life. Connor didn't know how short Lee's lifespan was, but he'd also not shown much of an indication that what they had was special to him. His being over invested wasn't Connor's fault, and Lee needed to put an end to those feelings as quickly as possible.
What he needed was something caring, even if none of it was real. Kavinsky probably wouldn't be interested in that, but for now Lee let himself indulge. He spent a longer time than usual experiencing Kavinsky's dick, licking and sucking at it in a way that wasn't particularly conducive to building toward an orgasm. It was more like foreplay, Lee's mouth working over the stretched, hot skin, straying off to kiss and bite hipbones, shifting low to suck at Kavinsky's balls.
Minutes later Lee's chin was dripping with saliva, his mouth tingling from the textures of Kavinsky's skin, from exquisite overuse. Pulling back for a moment to lick his lips, he didn't look up at Kavinsky, not wanting to see impatience or disapproval, just took a breath and went to work, holding Kavinsky's cock so he could slide his mouth over it, bobbing with intent now, pushing deeper with each stroke, flattening his tongue to increase the friction, humming to enhance the sensation.