Kavinsky, Lee thought as he pulled the other man against him, pressing his hands firmly and tenderly against Kavinsky's warm, naked back, was a beautiful conundrum. On the outside, at first glance, he seemed so tough and self assured, almost unapproachable, willing to do anything and having no limits. But here, like this, he was like a terrified child, worried about being cast aside, unwanted, thrown away. He held onto Lee like a lifeline, but with a timidness, like he was ready for Lee to push him away, prepared to walk out without argument.
Lee wanted him to stay. He couldn't keep him for a multitude of reasons, the least of which was, despite what he'd implied before by avoiding Lee's questions, Kavinsky had a boyfriend. Things might have been on the rocks, but if they'd officially broken up Lee was sure Kavinsky would have just said so.
And, of course, Lee, for all intents and purposes, had one foot in the grave. Besides the obvious (and likely immense) age difference, someone as young as Kavinsky should never have to be so intentionally close to death.
So this night was a gift, and Lee was going to cherish it. He kissed Kavinsky back slowly and gently, his hands moving on Kavinsky's back, feeling his soft skin. He wanted to be naked too, so they could feel each other, and he moved his hands to his own fly, making certain to keep up the pressure of the kiss, leaning in and looping his tongue around Kavinsky's, tasting him, learning him. He broke away for a moment once he'd opened his jeans, just long enough to push them and his underwear down, stepping out of them. Then he moved to tug off his shirts, both layers at once, leaving him bare.
He reached for Kavinsky again, pulling him in slowly, pressing their bodies together from knee to chest as he found Kavinsky's mouth once more, kissing him more deeply now, adding just a little heat. Lee's cock, which had flagged a bit in their earlier exchange, began to stiffen again, and he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Kavinsky's pelvis, letting Kavinsky feel that Lee wanted him.
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Date: 2016-02-08 06:05 pm (UTC)From:Lee wanted him to stay. He couldn't keep him for a multitude of reasons, the least of which was, despite what he'd implied before by avoiding Lee's questions, Kavinsky had a boyfriend. Things might have been on the rocks, but if they'd officially broken up Lee was sure Kavinsky would have just said so.
And, of course, Lee, for all intents and purposes, had one foot in the grave. Besides the obvious (and likely immense) age difference, someone as young as Kavinsky should never have to be so intentionally close to death.
So this night was a gift, and Lee was going to cherish it. He kissed Kavinsky back slowly and gently, his hands moving on Kavinsky's back, feeling his soft skin. He wanted to be naked too, so they could feel each other, and he moved his hands to his own fly, making certain to keep up the pressure of the kiss, leaning in and looping his tongue around Kavinsky's, tasting him, learning him. He broke away for a moment once he'd opened his jeans, just long enough to push them and his underwear down, stepping out of them. Then he moved to tug off his shirts, both layers at once, leaving him bare.
He reached for Kavinsky again, pulling him in slowly, pressing their bodies together from knee to chest as he found Kavinsky's mouth once more, kissing him more deeply now, adding just a little heat. Lee's cock, which had flagged a bit in their earlier exchange, began to stiffen again, and he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Kavinsky's pelvis, letting Kavinsky feel that Lee wanted him.