Lee gasped softly at the touch of Kavinsky's finger against his nipple, the sensitive nub of it drawing up tight and sending a shiver along his spine, one that was only heightened when Kavinsky's hand traveled farther south. He sucked a breath and pressed the end of one of his fingers into Kavinsky's heated body, feeling Kavinsky's muscles relax and squeeze around him, just as practiced at taking as Lee was at giving.

"What do you have in mind?" Lee asked in response to Kavinsky's question, taking his time in pushing the length of his finger into Kavinsky and then drawing back. He knew this wasn't nearly enough to loosen him up, but it felt good, the tight clench of it, the slick glide of his finger moving in and out. He shifted back to add a second finger before Kavinsky had a chance to answer him, working his fingers deep, adding a twist at the end, then pulling back enough that he could begin searching for Kavinsky's prostate, rubbing his fingers against Kavinsky from the inside.