Lee didn't mind the question, or the nature of it, especially considering the situation, but the idea of stopping what he was doing to respond seemed unfathomable. He rolled his eyes upward to meet Kavinsky's gaze, but he found it was elusive, the expression on Kavinsky's face a mirror image of the ache pervading Lee's own heart.
He closed his eyes and pushed deep, swallowing around the head of Kavinsky's dick, hoping that the fact that he wasn't stopping would answer Kavinsky's question sufficiently. His hands caught Kavinsky's hips, holding on tight, moving over Kavinsky's dick with practiced grace, hoping to bring him off, to get them both out of their heads even if only for a few blissful seconds.
It was probably karmic retribution that Lee had managed to take someone home who was as broken and lost as he was. He wished there was a way they could connect, that they could heal each other, but there was no hope of that. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to make Kavinsky come, as hard as he was trying, and the thought made something new break loose in Lee's chest, unable to stand the idea that he could fail at this, at sex, something he'd always relied on to be there to make him feel worthwhile, like there was a reason he was still here. He took Kavinsky as deeply as he could on every downstroke, his breathing harsh through his nose, voice a low whimper in his throat, giving everything he had to this moment, needing it, desperate to find worth in the culmination of his efforts.
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He closed his eyes and pushed deep, swallowing around the head of Kavinsky's dick, hoping that the fact that he wasn't stopping would answer Kavinsky's question sufficiently. His hands caught Kavinsky's hips, holding on tight, moving over Kavinsky's dick with practiced grace, hoping to bring him off, to get them both out of their heads even if only for a few blissful seconds.
It was probably karmic retribution that Lee had managed to take someone home who was as broken and lost as he was. He wished there was a way they could connect, that they could heal each other, but there was no hope of that. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to make Kavinsky come, as hard as he was trying, and the thought made something new break loose in Lee's chest, unable to stand the idea that he could fail at this, at sex, something he'd always relied on to be there to make him feel worthwhile, like there was a reason he was still here. He took Kavinsky as deeply as he could on every downstroke, his breathing harsh through his nose, voice a low whimper in his throat, giving everything he had to this moment, needing it, desperate to find worth in the culmination of his efforts.