Lee nodded at Kavinsky's sensible request, pressing another warm kiss to Kavinsky's lips before he pushed himself out of bed, standing on the carpet. His legs were shaky and his muscles sore in a good way, the sort of pain that came from physical exertion, from a session of excellent fucking. He went into the en suite and though he didn't turn on the light he could still see his reflection reasonably enough that he could see the dark circles under his eyes. The cancer had aged him a little prematurely, his eyes were sunken and his cheeks hollow, and he always found it a little shocking when someone would find him attractive these days.
Sex had improved his pallor; he had color in his cheeks and his lips were kiss bruised, his skin flushed in places where the skin had been abrased enough by Kavinsky's hands to remember the touch. There was a faint mark near the base of his throat that could have been a hickey, maybe, and he took a moment to press his fingers to it, strangely touched by its presence.
Shaking himself from his reverie, Lee ran the water until it was warm and soaked a cloth with it, wiping himself off hastily and rinsing it out before wetting it with fresh water. He turned off the tap and grabbed a towel too, heading back into the bedroom to find Kavinsky still sprawled out on the bed.
Earlier in the night he might have asked before he did it, but after all the hours they'd been together, sharing small parts of themselves in whispers and touches, Lee didn't think Kavinsky would mind if Lee tended to him now. Kneeling on the mattress, Lee gently wiped Kavinsky's belly and his flaccid cock, turning the cloth and making a pass over Kavinsky's balls before he focused on the cleft of Kavinsky's ass. The fact that Lee had feltched him hadn't left a lot in the way of a mess there, but Kavinsky was still sticky with lube, and Lee took care to wipe it away.
When he was done, he passed the towel over Kavinsky's damp skin, drying him so he wouldn't get cold before they could get beneath the blankets. "Do you need to wipe off your hands?" Lee asked gently, turning the washcloth inside out so Kavinsky would have a clean surface to use if he needed it.
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Date: 2016-03-31 11:07 pm (UTC)From:Sex had improved his pallor; he had color in his cheeks and his lips were kiss bruised, his skin flushed in places where the skin had been abrased enough by Kavinsky's hands to remember the touch. There was a faint mark near the base of his throat that could have been a hickey, maybe, and he took a moment to press his fingers to it, strangely touched by its presence.
Shaking himself from his reverie, Lee ran the water until it was warm and soaked a cloth with it, wiping himself off hastily and rinsing it out before wetting it with fresh water. He turned off the tap and grabbed a towel too, heading back into the bedroom to find Kavinsky still sprawled out on the bed.
Earlier in the night he might have asked before he did it, but after all the hours they'd been together, sharing small parts of themselves in whispers and touches, Lee didn't think Kavinsky would mind if Lee tended to him now. Kneeling on the mattress, Lee gently wiped Kavinsky's belly and his flaccid cock, turning the cloth and making a pass over Kavinsky's balls before he focused on the cleft of Kavinsky's ass. The fact that Lee had feltched him hadn't left a lot in the way of a mess there, but Kavinsky was still sticky with lube, and Lee took care to wipe it away.
When he was done, he passed the towel over Kavinsky's damp skin, drying him so he wouldn't get cold before they could get beneath the blankets. "Do you need to wipe off your hands?" Lee asked gently, turning the washcloth inside out so Kavinsky would have a clean surface to use if he needed it.