The path Kavinsky took down Lee's body lit up with heat as Kavinsky moved, each kiss causing warmth to bloom, Lee feeling utterly worshipped and entirely desired. He didn't know how much had to do with him, if Kavinsky was treating him to all those sweet, lingering touches because Kavinsky desired him or because Kavinsky desired the touch regardless of the body beneath him, but Lee allowed himself to believe there was meaning there between them, if only for one night.

Kavinsky's touch, if nothing else, was very arousing. He was light with his fingers as he brushed the insides of Lee's thighs, his lips gently teasing Lee's balls, his scrotum shifting under the attention, cock aching with anticipation in the best way. Kavinsky's mouth moved over him deliberately, slowly, and Lee couldn't help the way it made him whimper, the way his thighs fell apart to give Kavinsky more room to move, to taste and feel.

Even better than all of that, however, was the sound that came out of Kavinsky when he finally took the tip of Lee's cock into his mouth, his tongue anointing the sensitive skin one he'd revealed it, lips closing around it and mouth sucking, not gently but not too hard, either. Lee groaned softly as Kavinsky's mouth worked over him, his thighs bunching as he fought the urge to push up into the wet heat of Kavinsky's eager mouth, wanting Kavinsky to set the pace, to take Lee as slowly or quickly as he desired. Reaching down, Lee threaded the fingers of one hand into Kavinsky's hair, fingertips stroking Kavinsky's scalp in encouragement, not wanting to speak and spoil the moment.