It wasn't often Lee was this close to someone when they came without being inside them or having them inside him, and he reveled in the clarity of his own attention, not distracted by his orgasm, either fighting it off or surrendering to it. He could feel the way Kavinsky's thighs and abdomen clenched as his body rushed toward completion, his heart racing in his chest, and Lee held his breath when he heard the catch in Kavinsky's, the lowly uttered curse. Lee shifted away enough that he could see Kavinsky push his head back, watch the way pleasure twisted his features into something wild and beautiful. He felt every pulse of Kavinsky's cock in his hand, swelling and twitching with each burst of come that shot from him, and he milked it from Kavinsky when he began to subside, pulling it out just to the brink of too much before he carefully unwound his fingers.
Kavinsky's eyes were wet, but Lee knew not to worry; he knew, even from their short time together, that Kavinsky was reactive and emotional, that everything ran just below the surface, that being able to come apart in Lee's hands, under his touch, made Kavinsky feel wanted and loved. In this moment Lee felt that way himself, desired and cherished, especially when Kavinsky arched to catch his mouth again, kissing him warmly and deeply, not ready for their connection to end.
"Thank you, baby," Lee replied, his lips brushing back and forth across Kavinsky's mouth. Again he wished he had another name to call this man, something more intimate than his surname, something sweet and meaningful. He knew this night was drawing to a close and he was surprising unready for it to end, wanting to keep Kavinsky here, maybe take him to the shower then back to bed to sleep. It wasn't love, not in the romantic sense, but it was something close, a deep fondness, and Lee found himself selfishly wishing for things he couldn't have, that he shouldn't ask for.
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Date: 2016-03-21 11:11 pm (UTC)From:Kavinsky's eyes were wet, but Lee knew not to worry; he knew, even from their short time together, that Kavinsky was reactive and emotional, that everything ran just below the surface, that being able to come apart in Lee's hands, under his touch, made Kavinsky feel wanted and loved. In this moment Lee felt that way himself, desired and cherished, especially when Kavinsky arched to catch his mouth again, kissing him warmly and deeply, not ready for their connection to end.
"Thank you, baby," Lee replied, his lips brushing back and forth across Kavinsky's mouth. Again he wished he had another name to call this man, something more intimate than his surname, something sweet and meaningful. He knew this night was drawing to a close and he was surprising unready for it to end, wanting to keep Kavinsky here, maybe take him to the shower then back to bed to sleep. It wasn't love, not in the romantic sense, but it was something close, a deep fondness, and Lee found himself selfishly wishing for things he couldn't have, that he shouldn't ask for.