Lee exhaled hotly when Kavinsky wrapped his fingers around Lee's cock, the other hand giving more attention to Lee's balls than they'd had in a long time, and Lee's eyes fluttering closed as he continued to work his fingers inside Kavinsky's body, equal parts stretching and learning him. He groaned softly when Kavinsky laid out his options, and he had a difficult time taking it all in, Kavinsky's touch talented and distracting, Kavinsky's words perfectly dirty, all of it designed to further arouse him.
"God," Lee moaned when Kavinsky pressed his mouth close to Lee's ear, directing him to tell Kavinsky what he wanted, leaving nothing off the table. The trouble was Lee wanted so much, he wanted to give Kavinsky what he'd asked for, on his hands and knees. He wanted Kavinsky inside him, his tongue or his fingers, his beautiful cock. He wanted to fuck Kavinsky's face, take the offer he'd been given before to use Kavinsky for his own pleasure. Kavinsky was a receptive and voracious sex partner, but he had an underlying softness to him that Lee found immensely alluring. He felt like they could spend weeks doing nothing but just fucking each other, coexisting, and not run out of things to try.
But this was borrowed time, a concept that Lee was more than a little familiar with. Pushing his fingers deep, he curled the tips and drug them back, pressing into the little bump he'd located before that hopefully revealed the location of Kavinsky's prostate. "Can you get your fingers in me from there?" Lee asked, rubbing little circles inside Kavinsky's body. "I don't want you to stop talking," he went on, going back to sliding his fingers into Kavinsky deeply. "The things you're saying are making me feel so good."
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Date: 2016-03-03 10:08 pm (UTC)From:"God," Lee moaned when Kavinsky pressed his mouth close to Lee's ear, directing him to tell Kavinsky what he wanted, leaving nothing off the table. The trouble was Lee wanted so much, he wanted to give Kavinsky what he'd asked for, on his hands and knees. He wanted Kavinsky inside him, his tongue or his fingers, his beautiful cock. He wanted to fuck Kavinsky's face, take the offer he'd been given before to use Kavinsky for his own pleasure. Kavinsky was a receptive and voracious sex partner, but he had an underlying softness to him that Lee found immensely alluring. He felt like they could spend weeks doing nothing but just fucking each other, coexisting, and not run out of things to try.
But this was borrowed time, a concept that Lee was more than a little familiar with. Pushing his fingers deep, he curled the tips and drug them back, pressing into the little bump he'd located before that hopefully revealed the location of Kavinsky's prostate. "Can you get your fingers in me from there?" Lee asked, rubbing little circles inside Kavinsky's body. "I don't want you to stop talking," he went on, going back to sliding his fingers into Kavinsky deeply. "The things you're saying are making me feel so good."