The first slow, teasing press almost had Kavinsky growling. He bit his lip around the noise, managing to keep it in. And then, slowly, Lee started to press. Press past the teasing, past the hesitation of his body. Any frustration he had for that initial tease turned into a blissful, whining exhalation, a panting sort of desperation caught at the bottom of his lungs even as Lee's cock seemed to press all the air out of his chest.

"'eba," he mumbled, a crashing, broken flit of his native tongue, a spell of laughter as Lee's voice tumbled through him, as his hips moved without a moment for adaptation. "Oh, fuck, daddy..."

He let the rock of Lee's hips dictate the movement of his fingers now, the angle a little awkward for him to control it, though he could keep them inside him easily enough for now. He bit at his lip again, shivering a little, his eyebrows hitching up in obvious pleasure at the idea that Lee suggested. "It's been ages since someone ate me out. Back home. God, yeah, daddy."