"I got tested, recently." Kavinsky knew that it could take weeks to months for anything to show up, but after that first time sucking Connor off in the bathroom, it had seemed a good idea. He shrugged though, and smiled. Outside of the strange, stinging memory of his encounters with Connor, though, he'd never had to talk about this stuff with Newt and Al. Al's only other partner had been Newt, and Newt was clean, and Kavinsky had known he was coming in. "And before I came. So if you prefer not--I prefer not."

He leaned up, angled his fingers just a little deeper into Lee, and smudged a kiss against his lower lip, against the scratch off his beard, and back. His lips tipped into a smile. "I like how it feels, that throb, right before a guy nuts in me."

Still brushing his lips against Lee's, but not quite kissing him, Kavinsky reached out his other hand for the lube again. It was a little harder, one handed, to maneuver, but he managed it, managed to get a nice little palmful. He brought it back down between them, knowing the gel would be cool to the touch as he stroked it onto Lee's cock. He did it fast, though, warming it up, slicking him thoroughly. He didn't mind the mess it made against his thigh and hip and his own cock.

"C'mon, daddy," he whispered against Lee's lips, shifting his legs as he laid himself back out again. He lined Lee up against him, smearing the slick head of his cock against his hole. "I want you."