Kavinsky whined, softly, as Lee kept going. He shifted his hand off the counter to cover one of the hands that Lee had on his hip, covering it for a moment before he shifted it up, up, gripping his shoulder instead.

He tipped his head back a moment, closed his eyes, let himself go. It didn't take much, just the slow unwinding of the tension he had around his stomach, around his heart. A soft, broken noise erupted out of him as he felt his orgasm cascade through him, sudden, a crashing sort of need seeking comfort.

His cock twitched but his hips were mercifully still. His knees trembled, threatening to collapse if Lee let go of his hips. Kavinsky breathed roughly through it all, trying to rein in the overwhelming, disastrous emotions in his chest that he was deliberately trying to ignore. It wasn't fair to Lee to be thinking of someone else. It wasn't fair.