It was easy to fall into the rhythm Kavinsky needed, Lee's body moving as he continued to kiss Kavinsky wetly, letting his abdomen guide his hand around Kavinsky's cock like a slow, stilted version of fucking. If Kavinsky wasn't so keyed up – from having Lee inside him, from Lee's tongue lapping around his hole – this might not have been enough, but Lee could tell how ready Kavinsky was to come, and Lee was determined to take him there.

Loose fist moving Kavinsky's foreskin over the heated thickness of his cock, Lee bucked against Kavinsky, finding exactly the speed Kavinsky was chasing, hand pumping, bodies rubbing. Their mouths came together again and again around Kavinsky's gasping, his ragged moans and broken words, Lee slotting in a few of his own, please and so beautiful and come for me, gorgeous boy, loving the feeling of Kavinsky's pleasure radiating out over him, committing the sounds of Kavinsky's voice, his smell, the way he moved, to memory. At this point he wanted Kavinsky's orgasm more than he'd ever wanted one of his own, desperate for it, so ready to experience Kavinsky's glorious completion.