It was significantly slower than Kavinsky was used to, especially with older men, more tender, but no less thorough. Kavinsky let his legs slide apart well before Lee was anywhere near his cock, a gentle, lazy sprawl like they could be there for hours. He ran his fingers up and down the back of Lee's neck, across the back of his head, pressing his body up toward every bit of his touch.
The distinct sound of the lube bottle practically made his cock twitch, and Kavinsky couldn't help his sort of sheepish laughter at himself, his overenthusiastic, desperate body. He already craved the slick, teasing touch, even before it came; when it did, he did his best to tilt his hips toward Lee's fingers invitingly.
Slowly, he trailed his fingertips from Lee's neck around to his chest. He teased a thumbnail gently against the edge of one of his nipples, then let the pads of his thumbs trace slowly down his chest, his stomach.
"Want me to get you hard for it?" He licked his lips, inviting, enticing. He knew what he was good at, and it was putting his mouth to work.
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Date: 2016-02-29 10:16 pm (UTC)From:The distinct sound of the lube bottle practically made his cock twitch, and Kavinsky couldn't help his sort of sheepish laughter at himself, his overenthusiastic, desperate body. He already craved the slick, teasing touch, even before it came; when it did, he did his best to tilt his hips toward Lee's fingers invitingly.
Slowly, he trailed his fingertips from Lee's neck around to his chest. He teased a thumbnail gently against the edge of one of his nipples, then let the pads of his thumbs trace slowly down his chest, his stomach.
"Want me to get you hard for it?" He licked his lips, inviting, enticing. He knew what he was good at, and it was putting his mouth to work.