The way Kavinsky let up was perfect, giving Lee room and permission to let go, and all Lee had to do was close his eyes, push his head back, and take a breath and he was coming, the hand caught in Kavinsky's hair gripping tightly as his body bucked and trembled, his cock pulsing and shooting into Kavinsky's mouth. It went on a lot longer than it had any right to, as keyed up as Lee was, and Lee was panting once it had finished working its way through him, his body trembling in aftershocks.

"God, fuck, okay," he breathed, forcing his fingers to unwind from Kavinsky's hair. "Could you..." he said, his hand finding Kavinsky's shoulder and sort of tugging weakly, wanting Kavinsky to move up the bed, to bring his face closer so Lee could see him, could kiss him again.