Kavinsky's touch was masterful, practiced, and Lee groaned into the kiss they shared, moving against Kavinsky's hand in a way that let Kavinsky know how much he liked this, how good it felt. Kavinsky pulled out of the kiss to speak and Lee chased his mouth, nearly cutting off the words in his desire to keep kissing, to keep feeling everything.

"Yes," Lee managed to reply before he sunk deeply into Kavinsky's mouth again, curving his hand around the back of Kavinsky's neck and holding him close. He didn't move for a few more long seconds, their tongues looping, lips catching and dragging, teeth tugging carefully between kisses. Finally, utterly breathless, Lee pulled back and looked darkly into Kavinsky's eyes.

"Come to my bed with me," he offered, and it wasn't a demand, but he desperately hoped Kavinsky would say yes. Lee needed the closeness, the intimacy of being in bed together, of having sex that would mean something, even if only for tonight. "Please," he added softly, revealing a measure of his vulnerability, too worn out to pretend to be something he wasn't.