Lee was stronger than anyone as sick as he was had any right to be, and he had earned that strength with years of yoga and distance running, fighting against the steady disintegration of his body with the growth of the cancer. Of course he had limits, and the intensity and force he'd been using to fuck Kavinsky as thoroughly as he could was starting to wear on him. He wished he could keep doing this forever, but he was relieved when Kavinsky started to beg for him to come, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up the pace and power much longer.
Meeting Kavinsky's eyes, he dug his knees and toes into the mattress, his thrusts shortening to wild, hard jerks of his hips, his rhythm stuttering. He knew if Kavinsky was ready to come he'd do what he needed to get him there, but he only just held Lee's eyes, giving silent permission for Lee to take his pleasure here, and reciprocate later.
With a broken moan, Lee buried himself in Kavinsky deeply, the first spurt of his come flooding around the head of his cock. He keened, the sound an attempt at Kavinsky's name, pulling back an inch and thrusting deep again with the next pulse, and then next, heat and slickness filling up around Lee's dick as he rode out his climax. By the time he was spent the small movements he was making caused a wet squelching sound that made Lee groan.
"Fuck," he panted, lowering himself to one elbow, his arms shaking. "You are fucking beautiful when you're getting fucked," he said with a breathless laugh, his face still flushed and sheened with sweat. "As soon as I can breathe, I'm going to get my face between your legs and pay you back for how fucking good that was."
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Date: 2016-03-09 03:34 am (UTC)From:Meeting Kavinsky's eyes, he dug his knees and toes into the mattress, his thrusts shortening to wild, hard jerks of his hips, his rhythm stuttering. He knew if Kavinsky was ready to come he'd do what he needed to get him there, but he only just held Lee's eyes, giving silent permission for Lee to take his pleasure here, and reciprocate later.
With a broken moan, Lee buried himself in Kavinsky deeply, the first spurt of his come flooding around the head of his cock. He keened, the sound an attempt at Kavinsky's name, pulling back an inch and thrusting deep again with the next pulse, and then next, heat and slickness filling up around Lee's dick as he rode out his climax. By the time he was spent the small movements he was making caused a wet squelching sound that made Lee groan.
"Fuck," he panted, lowering himself to one elbow, his arms shaking. "You are fucking beautiful when you're getting fucked," he said with a breathless laugh, his face still flushed and sheened with sweat. "As soon as I can breathe, I'm going to get my face between your legs and pay you back for how fucking good that was."