Kavinsky took a moment to catch his breath, though when he did, he found himself letting out a sort of pathetic, self-deprecating chuckle. He cupped Lee's cheek for a moment, tracing his thumb against his cheek, then against his lower lip, before he hummed softly.

"Would it be cool if I stayed the night?" He cleared his throat softly. The last person he'd asked after sex like this, after going home like this, had been Connor, and he knew what was expected of him in the morning. He smiled softly. "I don't have work in the morning, so."

It was forward of him, probably. He knew, ultimately, that this had been about the sex, about this moment and not anything else. But Lee seemed a genuine enough guy, decent enough. The booze had warn off, for the most part, and it would be nice to curl up next to someone tonight, even if only for tonight.