Lee moaned at the sweet stretch of Kavinsky's fingers inside him, just barely past the rim of his hole, but it felt so good to be touched right there, to feel that tease of penetration. He worked his fingers inside Kavinsky as he opened his eyes to meet Kavinsky's gaze, his own dark with desire. He hummed in pleasure when Kavinsky called him daddy again, when he begged for Lee to take him, and he slid his fingers out gently.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" he asked, the tips of his fingers sliding up to graze Kavinsky's scrotum before he cupped Kavinsky's balls, squeezing. "I was clean on my last test, and so is the guy I've been fucking, but he's not really the monogamous type," he told Kavinsky, wanting to be upfront. It didn't much if he caught something; nothing he could get from sex would kill him faster than the cancer already was. But Kavinsky was young and, from what Lee could tell, healthy, and he wasn't going to go into this blindly even if they'd already swapped fluids.