Kavinsky whined softly as Lee pressed a third finger into him, as he pressed up against him. It trapped his arm between their stomachs and he laughed, soft and breathless and heady, needing it desperately. His body trembled and shook, and he swallowed, almost nervous, when Lee said he wanted to come inside him.

Rather than asking the obvious, necessary questions that should have gone along with that, he nudged his second slick finger slowly in with the first, teasing and slow. He couldn't rub his fingers up against Lee's prostate like this, couldn't tease him from this angle, but he could stretch him, just a bit, and that was good too.

"Yeah, daddy," he breathed out, biting his bottom lip around a shivering, desperate grin. "Yeah, you can fuck me like this. God, please, Lee. Please, daddy, I want your cock."