Kavinsky was as talented at this as he was with everything else, his long, lithe body able to arch and reach, putting his fingers exactly where Lee wanted them. Lee's fingers inside him stuttered and pushed deep as Lee's back arced, finding the best angle possible. He groaned softly at the feeling, the end of Kavinsky's finger in him, at the way Kavinsky called him daddy.

"Fuck, yes, like that, just like that," Lee replied breathily, his own shoulder aching as he started to move his arm again, fucking into Kavisky slowly and deeply with his fingers. Taking a breath, he worked his two fingers free, then aligned a third, tucking the tips close together as he prodded at Kavinsky's slick hole, moaning as Kavinsky's body parted and opened up for him, letting his fingers slide all the way inside.

"Ooh, you feel good," Lee mewled, twisting his wrist and sinking deeper, his body shifting so he could grind his cock against Kavinsky's thigh, shorten the distance Kavinsky's arm had to reach to tease Lee's ass. "Will you let me fuck you like this, on your back?" he asked, his hand moving in short, slow strokes. "I want to see your face when I come in you."