Lee wasn't surprised when Kavinsky told him he could move, not with the way they'd spoken before they'd come here, the rough edge to Kavinsky's words. Still, Lee wasn't in the habit of taking without asking, and just as he'd expected, Kavinsky had let him know what was acceptable, what he wanted.

When Kavinsky moved back down, however, Lee didn't have too much chance to buck up into the movements of Kavinsky's mouth, pinned in this instance by the way Kavinsky pushed down, the sharp little intakes of his breath and the pornographic sounds that came from his chest. Lee had been getting blowjobs from gay men for nearly twenty years, so this was far from the first time he'd ever been deepthroated, but it had been quite a while since he'd been taken so beautifully.

Kavinsky was a masterful practitioner of oral sex, and Lee was coming apart in the onslaught. He was hardly in control of his body anymore, his hips moving of their own accord, one hand fisted tightly in Kavinsky's hair, the other in the bedclothes beside him. The noises that came from his throat were strangled, desperate, his head pressed back into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. It wouldn't be long now, and Lee gasped as he fought to breathe, utterly overwhelmed.