Kavinsky was reactive in a way only someone his age could be, the fear of consequence so far from his mind that he wasn't weighed down by the notion of uncertainty. Lee knew that didn't necessarily mean Kavinsky was carefree, that he hadn't had his share of traumas in his past, but he could still let himself be in this moment without second guessing, and it was intoxicating. Lee didn't make a specific habit of sleeping with men so much younger than he was, but he couldn't say he didn't love the way it made him feel, caught up in their youth, sharing in it in a way that made him feel all that much younger himself.
Lee licked and sucked at Kavinsky's chest, first one nipple then the other, a palm running up and down Kavinsky's side, feeling the bumps of his ribs beneath his skin. That hand journeyed lower as he continued to administer wet kisses to Kavinsky's skin, finding the jut of his hipbone, then smoothing inward to cup Kavinsky's cock, rubbing slowly, feeling the foreskin shifting beneath his touch. He knew he'd have to move before he went much further, needing to get the tube of lube from his drawer, but it felt so nice, having Kavinsky beneath him like this, feeling his dick thicken and harden even more under the manipulation of his hand.
Finally with one final squeeze, Lee pushed himself up, leaning to reach into his bedside table. He slicked up his first two fingers with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for years, capping the tube and setting it aside for later. Then he settled down again, resting on one forearm as he reached between Kavinsky's legs, rubbing the ends of his fingers against Kavinsky's hole, just feeling the pucker of it, teasing and stimulating but not moving to penetrate, not just yet.
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Date: 2016-02-29 04:58 pm (UTC)From:Lee licked and sucked at Kavinsky's chest, first one nipple then the other, a palm running up and down Kavinsky's side, feeling the bumps of his ribs beneath his skin. That hand journeyed lower as he continued to administer wet kisses to Kavinsky's skin, finding the jut of his hipbone, then smoothing inward to cup Kavinsky's cock, rubbing slowly, feeling the foreskin shifting beneath his touch. He knew he'd have to move before he went much further, needing to get the tube of lube from his drawer, but it felt so nice, having Kavinsky beneath him like this, feeling his dick thicken and harden even more under the manipulation of his hand.
Finally with one final squeeze, Lee pushed himself up, leaning to reach into his bedside table. He slicked up his first two fingers with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for years, capping the tube and setting it aside for later. Then he settled down again, resting on one forearm as he reached between Kavinsky's legs, rubbing the ends of his fingers against Kavinsky's hole, just feeling the pucker of it, teasing and stimulating but not moving to penetrate, not just yet.