Kavinsky took his hands off his legs, just long enough to cling to Lee's arms during those last few thrusts. He let himself be loud, gasping and swearing as Lee pounded home and finally bottomed out. Lee didn't really stop; Kavinsky could feel him coming, and he kept moving through it, rocking through each twitch of his cock, each spurt of come, and it made Kavinsky moan and ache for it.
When Lee lowered himself down, Kavinsky grinned, laughing breathlessly. He wrangled his legs down slowly, making sure that Lee didn't slip out of him just yet, wanting to relish that closeness until he couldn't any more. Slowly, he pressed his lips against Lee's sweat-slick brow.
"Take your time," he said. He was still painfully hard, focusing on his breathing, on not letting himself be anything but wanting. He could do this, he could wait. "God, that was good. That was--fuck. Holy shit."
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Date: 2016-03-09 11:05 am (UTC)From:When Lee lowered himself down, Kavinsky grinned, laughing breathlessly. He wrangled his legs down slowly, making sure that Lee didn't slip out of him just yet, wanting to relish that closeness until he couldn't any more. Slowly, he pressed his lips against Lee's sweat-slick brow.
"Take your time," he said. He was still painfully hard, focusing on his breathing, on not letting himself be anything but wanting. He could do this, he could wait. "God, that was good. That was--fuck. Holy shit."