Lee had been having sex for a long time now, and while he wouldn't ever say he was the most amazing lover in the world, he did have a lot of experience. However this was the first time he'd ever reduced anyone to their native language, and to say it was intensely flattering would have been a massive understatement. It didn't even bother him that Kavinsky didn't answer his question right away, and he continued to fuck his young partner with deep, firm thrusts, hard enough for the vibration of their pelvic bones connecting rang up the length of Lee's spine. He ducked his head for a moment, his forehead against Kavinsky's sternum, watching his cock move in and out of Kavinsky's body, unable to see the exact point of penetration but enough of it visible even from this vantage point that it made him groan.
When Kavinsky spoke in English again, Lee lifted his head, watching Kavinsky's face as he fought against the waves of pleasure to speak, telling Lee what he wanted. Lee nodded, his eyes dark as they roamed over Kavinsky's face caught in ecstasy, taking in his plump, bitten lips, the flush spreading down his neck and chest, skin shined with sweat.
Anchoring one hand on Kavinsky's hip, Lee's thrusts became rougher, bucking into Kavinsky with more and more power. The squeaking the bed was making increased in volume as did the sound of Lee's breathing, grunting softly as he pounded into Kavinsky, his muscles beginning to burn with the effort. "You look so good, taking me like this," Lee panted out, shaking softly with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, so good."
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Date: 2016-03-07 07:05 am (UTC)From:When Kavinsky spoke in English again, Lee lifted his head, watching Kavinsky's face as he fought against the waves of pleasure to speak, telling Lee what he wanted. Lee nodded, his eyes dark as they roamed over Kavinsky's face caught in ecstasy, taking in his plump, bitten lips, the flush spreading down his neck and chest, skin shined with sweat.
Anchoring one hand on Kavinsky's hip, Lee's thrusts became rougher, bucking into Kavinsky with more and more power. The squeaking the bed was making increased in volume as did the sound of Lee's breathing, grunting softly as he pounded into Kavinsky, his muscles beginning to burn with the effort. "You look so good, taking me like this," Lee panted out, shaking softly with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, so good."