Kavinsky nodded at the soft question, sliding his hands down to Lee's shoulders and helping him back up to his feet. He didn't seem like he needed the help, particularly, but Kavinsky didn't want to disengage that contact while he was allowed it. He didn't know how long it would last, how much longer Lee would want him here.
When Lee was on his feet, Kavinsky twined his arms around his shoulders. It was such a young, boyish gesture, but he couldn't help himself. It was easy to lean in, to kiss Lee delicately at first. There was no rush to it.
As much as he wanted--and he did, still; he always did, and it wouldn't take much to get him ready to go a second time--he would not have been surprised to be turned out after just this. So he tried to linger in the kiss. He went slowly, gently, kissing like he'd only just started learning how with Newt and Al, the laziness of making out with boys who had no rush, no worry of getting caught or bothered. He pushed the heartache away and focused on the unfamiliar shape of Lee's lips, the slight scratch of his beard, the motion of their chests against each other, the taste of come and tequila on his tongue.
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When Lee was on his feet, Kavinsky twined his arms around his shoulders. It was such a young, boyish gesture, but he couldn't help himself. It was easy to lean in, to kiss Lee delicately at first. There was no rush to it.
As much as he wanted--and he did, still; he always did, and it wouldn't take much to get him ready to go a second time--he would not have been surprised to be turned out after just this. So he tried to linger in the kiss. He went slowly, gently, kissing like he'd only just started learning how with Newt and Al, the laziness of making out with boys who had no rush, no worry of getting caught or bothered. He pushed the heartache away and focused on the unfamiliar shape of Lee's lips, the slight scratch of his beard, the motion of their chests against each other, the taste of come and tequila on his tongue.