Kavinsky could feel the tension in Lee's thighs and hips. He worked gently over him for a moment more, slow, almost teasing, relishing that tension and the way that Lee was deliberately holding back for him. Then, with a slick, wet noise, he pulled himself off. He stroked Lee slowly, half teasing, smiling up at him.

"You don't have to hold back," he said, soothing his hands across Lee's hips, across the tops of his thighs. He pressed his fingers into his skin, then the edge of his nails, scratching gently, his smile turning into a bit of a smirk.

Without another word, he brought his mouth back down. He didn't seal his lips around Lee this time, keeping them gently parted, his jaw loose and wide, as he started to bob his head, working himself down. He swallowed, careful and deliberate, as the head hit the back of his throat, and relaxed, letting himself make a series of filthy, obscene sounds as he drooled in the process of taking Lee's cock all the way into his mouth and down the back of his throat.