Kavinsky laughed, soft and quiet, light. He let Lee keep playing with his hair, something that most guys hadn't done with him very much in his experience. The last time someone had asked him that, he had listed off all the things he'd ever done, all the things that had been enjoyable in the past--the hurrying and rush and roughness, the very act of getting to tell someone those things. This time, though, he chewed his lip a moment, and then shrugged a bit.

"Depends on the guy," he said softly. There'd been a lot more clumsy, repressed fumbling than anything else, guys older than Lee who liked a kid who didn't say no. Kavinsky didn't say that.

He smudged a kiss against Lee's collarbone. "I like being on my hands and knees. I like being told what I can and can't do. Doesn't need to be rough, just--controlled."