The flood of Kavinsky's release filled Lee's mouth and he moaned as he worked to swallow, proud of how skillful he was at this, how much he liked it, taking in a load of someone else's release. He only kept his mouth around Kavinsky's spasming cock until the tremors began to subside, withdrawing before the sensitivity got to be too much. He kept his hands on Kavinsky's hips, pressing his face into Kavinsky's softly heaving belly, catching his own breath.

A moment later, he swallowed and shifting back, sitting on his heels. "Thank you," he said, flicking his eyes up toward Kavinsky's face but not leaving them there for long, not wanting to make Kavinsky feel like he had to look back. "I really like getting to do that," he added, liking the way his mouth tasted, the tingling of his lips and slight ache in his jaw.