The gentleness--any gentleness, as always, but especially from older men--was foreign. Kavinsky was better at handling it now than he would have been months ago, when he first arrived, but only just. The dullness that followed after orgasm helped. He shivered a little and smiled softly, tucking in close to Lee for a moment.
The kiss lured him toward sprawling out, which he'd planned anyway. He opened his mouth easily, as he had to all of Lee's kisses, sighing gently beneath it.
"Just a towel," he said, and shrugged one shoulder. He didn't need to go and wake himself up with a shower right now. "Just don't want to stick to the sheets in the night, or make a mess of them or whatever."
His expression was soft, gently subdued. He smiled. He was perfectly aware of expectations when young men like him got invited to stay in someone's bed like this, and he had no qualms about it. Lee had been good to him. Lee was still being good to him. He suspected Lee would still be good in the morning, even if he didn't want him to stick around.
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The kiss lured him toward sprawling out, which he'd planned anyway. He opened his mouth easily, as he had to all of Lee's kisses, sighing gently beneath it.
"Just a towel," he said, and shrugged one shoulder. He didn't need to go and wake himself up with a shower right now. "Just don't want to stick to the sheets in the night, or make a mess of them or whatever."
His expression was soft, gently subdued. He smiled. He was perfectly aware of expectations when young men like him got invited to stay in someone's bed like this, and he had no qualms about it. Lee had been good to him. Lee was still being good to him. He suspected Lee would still be good in the morning, even if he didn't want him to stick around.