lee_fallon | AU - Clichéd Bar Meeting

Lee doesn't really mope these days, mostly because life is short and there are much better things he could be doing with his time. But, if he's honest with himself, he is feeling a little down. He's spent a lot of his life alone, and he's gotten used to it, but since he's been in Darrow and has been spending so much time with Connor, he's started to almost expect to have someone to share things with, even if the sharing is largely just sex.

He knows that he and Connor aren't exclusive, and it's better that way for everyone considered. Still, Lee's pretty sure he's not going to get another chance at a New Years Eve kiss, and even though Connor doesn't know that, there's a part of Lee that hates the idea that Connor found and went home with someone else that night. Especially after the sweet little make out session they had earlier in the evening.

So Lee's here to try and disabuse himself of the notion that he's in some kind of a relationship with Connor, because he's not. Back before he came here he'd go out to bars for hookups all the time, and it's about time he did that again. He needs someone else's hands on him, someone else's mouth and someone else's dick. And, in Darrow, this is the place to find it.

Walking up to the bar, he briefly notices someone he recognizes, a guy he met the first time he was in this bar, albeit briefly, when he danced with him and his boyfriend. Lee orders a gin and tonic, and even though he knows this guy is off limits, he turns to him once he has his drink in hand.

"Hey," Lee says, catching the guy's attention. "How are you?" he asks, keeping it simple, not wanting to intrude if the guy's waiting for his boyfriend to join him, or wanting to be alone.

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Lee smiled softly at Kavinsky's question, at how kind and giving it was. The way they'd been, coming here, was completely gone, and Lee couldn't say he minded. But he knew he was on a dead-end road on with this boy, that no matter how long he asked Kavinsky to stay tonight eventually he'd go home (whether or not that was into the arms of his boyfriend), and Lee would never see him again. At least not like this.

"Do you want to stay?" Lee asked, his fingers stroking over Kavinsky's cheek and back into his hair, tangling loosely. "I'd love to have sex with you, still," he went on, his eyes moving over Kavinsky's face. "But it's going to take me a little bit to get back on track," he admitted with a soft laugh.

"If you need to go, I won't be offended," he said, smiling again, his tone low but genuine.

"I've got nowhere to be," Kavinsky said. It was only after the words were out that he realized how that sounded, like maybe he wanted an excuse to have somewhere else to be, or that he'd rather have somewhere else to be. He did nothing to correct the words, for a moment. He was enjoying himself, so far, but he also felt like he was proving a point he hadn't thought was necessary to prove, a point that was all Virginia and not Darrow.

This was what he was good at. Distraction and giving people what they needed, what they wanted. He pillowed his head against Lee's shoulder, soft and young, more a boy now than he'd been at any other point except for his stupid Titanic joke.

"I'd like to stay." Not staying meant another night in the warehouse, or on a couch feeling like a burden. At least, like this, he had a moment of feeling desirable even if it was only for tonight.

Lee nodded softly against the pillow, his fingers still cording through Kavinsky's hair. "I'd like that," he murmured, and he hoped in that moment that, once they did have sex together, that Kavinsky might stay the night. This had already become something more than a one night stand, even it if was still only going to be this one night; Lee knew it wasn't going any further than what happened here, but it felt nice to share a physical moment with someone that meant more than fucking, even it if was only just barely more.

"Tell me what you like, Kavinsky," Lee said after a moment's silence, thinking maybe some pillow talk would warm the mood back up a little. "What's your favorite way to be fucked?"

Kavinsky laughed, soft and quiet, light. He let Lee keep playing with his hair, something that most guys hadn't done with him very much in his experience. The last time someone had asked him that, he had listed off all the things he'd ever done, all the things that had been enjoyable in the past--the hurrying and rush and roughness, the very act of getting to tell someone those things. This time, though, he chewed his lip a moment, and then shrugged a bit.

"Depends on the guy," he said softly. There'd been a lot more clumsy, repressed fumbling than anything else, guys older than Lee who liked a kid who didn't say no. Kavinsky didn't say that.

He smudged a kiss against Lee's collarbone. "I like being on my hands and knees. I like being told what I can and can't do. Doesn't need to be rough, just--controlled."

Lee nodded softly in understanding, knowing exactly what Kavinsky meant. He liked that too, being directed, manipulated, but not abused. He felt like he could do that here, with Kavinsky, could give him what he wanted.

Taking a breath through his nose, Lee quickly shifted them, put Kavinsky on his back, Lee half overlapping Kavinsky's body. He leaned down, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to Kavinsky's collarbone, sucking faint little marks that would fade in less than a day, a bare reminder that Lee had been here, that they'd been together.

"You smell so good," Lee said as he kissed down the center of Kavinsky's chest, straying to the left to tongue at Kavinsky's nipple, feeling the bud of it drawing up hard beneath his attention.

The shift didn't startle Kavinsky, exactly, but it pressed a breath out of him. He let it go, soft, into the air above him, and when Lee's mouth found his neck, his collarbone, he breathed in so deep his lungs ached. He shivered a bit, arching up into it, silently begging for more of it, more evidence that he was wanted, that he was desired. It was all he could have for now.

The brush of Lee's lips and words sank across Kavinsky's skin, and he twisted with them, smiling softly. There was a glib comment on his tongue, but it melted away as Lee's mouth traced over to his nipple. He'd always been a bit sensitive, and he groaned, soft and long.

If there was one thing he had never lied about, it had been this: this rapturous, wanton thing he became when someone unwrapped him was real, and he had never had to fake a moment of it with anyone.

Kavinsky was reactive in a way only someone his age could be, the fear of consequence so far from his mind that he wasn't weighed down by the notion of uncertainty. Lee knew that didn't necessarily mean Kavinsky was carefree, that he hadn't had his share of traumas in his past, but he could still let himself be in this moment without second guessing, and it was intoxicating. Lee didn't make a specific habit of sleeping with men so much younger than he was, but he couldn't say he didn't love the way it made him feel, caught up in their youth, sharing in it in a way that made him feel all that much younger himself.

Lee licked and sucked at Kavinsky's chest, first one nipple then the other, a palm running up and down Kavinsky's side, feeling the bumps of his ribs beneath his skin. That hand journeyed lower as he continued to administer wet kisses to Kavinsky's skin, finding the jut of his hipbone, then smoothing inward to cup Kavinsky's cock, rubbing slowly, feeling the foreskin shifting beneath his touch. He knew he'd have to move before he went much further, needing to get the tube of lube from his drawer, but it felt so nice, having Kavinsky beneath him like this, feeling his dick thicken and harden even more under the manipulation of his hand.

Finally with one final squeeze, Lee pushed himself up, leaning to reach into his bedside table. He slicked up his first two fingers with the practiced ease of someone who'd been doing this for years, capping the tube and setting it aside for later. Then he settled down again, resting on one forearm as he reached between Kavinsky's legs, rubbing the ends of his fingers against Kavinsky's hole, just feeling the pucker of it, teasing and stimulating but not moving to penetrate, not just yet.

It was significantly slower than Kavinsky was used to, especially with older men, more tender, but no less thorough. Kavinsky let his legs slide apart well before Lee was anywhere near his cock, a gentle, lazy sprawl like they could be there for hours. He ran his fingers up and down the back of Lee's neck, across the back of his head, pressing his body up toward every bit of his touch.

The distinct sound of the lube bottle practically made his cock twitch, and Kavinsky couldn't help his sort of sheepish laughter at himself, his overenthusiastic, desperate body. He already craved the slick, teasing touch, even before it came; when it did, he did his best to tilt his hips toward Lee's fingers invitingly.

Slowly, he trailed his fingertips from Lee's neck around to his chest. He teased a thumbnail gently against the edge of one of his nipples, then let the pads of his thumbs trace slowly down his chest, his stomach.

"Want me to get you hard for it?" He licked his lips, inviting, enticing. He knew what he was good at, and it was putting his mouth to work.

Lee gasped softly at the touch of Kavinsky's finger against his nipple, the sensitive nub of it drawing up tight and sending a shiver along his spine, one that was only heightened when Kavinsky's hand traveled farther south. He sucked a breath and pressed the end of one of his fingers into Kavinsky's heated body, feeling Kavinsky's muscles relax and squeeze around him, just as practiced at taking as Lee was at giving.

"What do you have in mind?" Lee asked in response to Kavinsky's question, taking his time in pushing the length of his finger into Kavinsky and then drawing back. He knew this wasn't nearly enough to loosen him up, but it felt good, the tight clench of it, the slick glide of his finger moving in and out. He shifted back to add a second finger before Kavinsky had a chance to answer him, working his fingers deep, adding a twist at the end, then pulling back enough that he could begin searching for Kavinsky's prostate, rubbing his fingers against Kavinsky from the inside.

While the first finger was a nice, pleasant slide, it was the second that got Kavinsky to let out a soft noise, his eyes drooping closed a bit. Lee had nice fingers, sure and steady, not thick but elegant. Kavinsky wrapped his own fingers around Lee's cock, stroking him lightly, slowly. A tease of a touch for now. He was trying to keep his wits about him, even as Lee was trying to wind them away.

"We could figure out a good position, I could blow you again," Kavinsky said, easy and casual, the crudity of youth. "Laying down next to you, curled up nice so you can still reach easy. Or sixty-nine. Or I can just play with you like this."

He was quiet a moment, demonstrative with his touch. It was still teasing, but he wound his fingers around the head, he pressed back the foreskin gently, he brought down his other hand to fondle Lee's balls with a masterful, long-fingered grasp--gentle squeeze, slight tug, rolling on his palm and smoothing his thumb over them.

Kavinsky pressed his chest up, arched up to press his mouth to Lee's ear. "I could put my mouth and my hands wherever you want them. Just tell me how to make this good for you."

Lee exhaled hotly when Kavinsky wrapped his fingers around Lee's cock, the other hand giving more attention to Lee's balls than they'd had in a long time, and Lee's eyes fluttering closed as he continued to work his fingers inside Kavinsky's body, equal parts stretching and learning him. He groaned softly when Kavinsky laid out his options, and he had a difficult time taking it all in, Kavinsky's touch talented and distracting, Kavinsky's words perfectly dirty, all of it designed to further arouse him.

"God," Lee moaned when Kavinsky pressed his mouth close to Lee's ear, directing him to tell Kavinsky what he wanted, leaving nothing off the table. The trouble was Lee wanted so much, he wanted to give Kavinsky what he'd asked for, on his hands and knees. He wanted Kavinsky inside him, his tongue or his fingers, his beautiful cock. He wanted to fuck Kavinsky's face, take the offer he'd been given before to use Kavinsky for his own pleasure. Kavinsky was a receptive and voracious sex partner, but he had an underlying softness to him that Lee found immensely alluring. He felt like they could spend weeks doing nothing but just fucking each other, coexisting, and not run out of things to try.

But this was borrowed time, a concept that Lee was more than a little familiar with. Pushing his fingers deep, he curled the tips and drug them back, pressing into the little bump he'd located before that hopefully revealed the location of Kavinsky's prostate. "Can you get your fingers in me from there?" Lee asked, rubbing little circles inside Kavinsky's body. "I don't want you to stop talking," he went on, going back to sliding his fingers into Kavinsky deeply. "The things you're saying are making me feel so good."

The drag of Lee's fingers inside him made Kavinsky let out a cracked, crashing moan of need. He tensed for a moment, a shiver really, before he relaxed back down. His smile was all lazy, all wanton, teeth catching on his lower lip for a moment as he took his hand off Lee's cock to reach for the lube he'd set aside.

He slicked his fingers up, just a couple of them, as he kept gently fondling Lee's balls. Slowly, he reached around and slid his middle finger in, just a touch, slow and teasing, dipping in and out because it was more fun to draw this out than that it was difficult for him to reach.

"Like this, daddy?" He was fully hard himself, not quite aching, but it was an effort to ignore it, to not tremble and gently beg for more. He scraped his fingers very gently back from Lee's balls over the skin behind them to his hole and back, squeezing just a little harder than he had before. He sank that single, slick finger just a little further, just enough to tease. "Or like this?"

Kavinsky was as talented at this as he was with everything else, his long, lithe body able to arch and reach, putting his fingers exactly where Lee wanted them. Lee's fingers inside him stuttered and pushed deep as Lee's back arced, finding the best angle possible. He groaned softly at the feeling, the end of Kavinsky's finger in him, at the way Kavinsky called him daddy.

"Fuck, yes, like that, just like that," Lee replied breathily, his own shoulder aching as he started to move his arm again, fucking into Kavisky slowly and deeply with his fingers. Taking a breath, he worked his two fingers free, then aligned a third, tucking the tips close together as he prodded at Kavinsky's slick hole, moaning as Kavinsky's body parted and opened up for him, letting his fingers slide all the way inside.

"Ooh, you feel good," Lee mewled, twisting his wrist and sinking deeper, his body shifting so he could grind his cock against Kavinsky's thigh, shorten the distance Kavinsky's arm had to reach to tease Lee's ass. "Will you let me fuck you like this, on your back?" he asked, his hand moving in short, slow strokes. "I want to see your face when I come in you."

Kavinsky whined softly as Lee pressed a third finger into him, as he pressed up against him. It trapped his arm between their stomachs and he laughed, soft and breathless and heady, needing it desperately. His body trembled and shook, and he swallowed, almost nervous, when Lee said he wanted to come inside him.

Rather than asking the obvious, necessary questions that should have gone along with that, he nudged his second slick finger slowly in with the first, teasing and slow. He couldn't rub his fingers up against Lee's prostate like this, couldn't tease him from this angle, but he could stretch him, just a bit, and that was good too.

"Yeah, daddy," he breathed out, biting his bottom lip around a shivering, desperate grin. "Yeah, you can fuck me like this. God, please, Lee. Please, daddy, I want your cock."

Lee moaned at the sweet stretch of Kavinsky's fingers inside him, just barely past the rim of his hole, but it felt so good to be touched right there, to feel that tease of penetration. He worked his fingers inside Kavinsky as he opened his eyes to meet Kavinsky's gaze, his own dark with desire. He hummed in pleasure when Kavinsky called him daddy again, when he begged for Lee to take him, and he slid his fingers out gently.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" he asked, the tips of his fingers sliding up to graze Kavinsky's scrotum before he cupped Kavinsky's balls, squeezing. "I was clean on my last test, and so is the guy I've been fucking, but he's not really the monogamous type," he told Kavinsky, wanting to be upfront. It didn't much if he caught something; nothing he could get from sex would kill him faster than the cancer already was. But Kavinsky was young and, from what Lee could tell, healthy, and he wasn't going to go into this blindly even if they'd already swapped fluids.

"I got tested, recently." Kavinsky knew that it could take weeks to months for anything to show up, but after that first time sucking Connor off in the bathroom, it had seemed a good idea. He shrugged though, and smiled. Outside of the strange, stinging memory of his encounters with Connor, though, he'd never had to talk about this stuff with Newt and Al. Al's only other partner had been Newt, and Newt was clean, and Kavinsky had known he was coming in. "And before I came. So if you prefer not--I prefer not."

He leaned up, angled his fingers just a little deeper into Lee, and smudged a kiss against his lower lip, against the scratch off his beard, and back. His lips tipped into a smile. "I like how it feels, that throb, right before a guy nuts in me."

Still brushing his lips against Lee's, but not quite kissing him, Kavinsky reached out his other hand for the lube again. It was a little harder, one handed, to maneuver, but he managed it, managed to get a nice little palmful. He brought it back down between them, knowing the gel would be cool to the touch as he stroked it onto Lee's cock. He did it fast, though, warming it up, slicking him thoroughly. He didn't mind the mess it made against his thigh and hip and his own cock.

"C'mon, daddy," he whispered against Lee's lips, shifting his legs as he laid himself back out again. He lined Lee up against him, smearing the slick head of his cock against his hole. "I want you."

The question gets answered quickly, and if Lee had a thought about asking Kavinsky if he was sure, it vanished as soon as Kavinsky slicked Lee's bare cock and pulled him into position. He nudged forward carefully, not because he thought Kavinsky couldn't take it but because he loved the way it felt, the way Kavinsky's body opened up under the pressure, massaging the head of Lee's dick.

But he knew it was a tease and he didn't keep it up for long, rolling his hips until the head popped inside, a little more force sending the length of him down, not stopping until he bottomed out with a moan. "I love how it feels to come inside someone," Lee said, his thrusts small for the moment, just pushing a little deeper with each grind of his hips.

"The flood of heat around my cock, the sound it makes," he went on, his voice catching in the middle, overwhelmed by the clench of Kavinsky's body around him. "How it leaks out afterward," he added, groaning. "Would you like it if I ate it out of you?" he asked, the length of his thrusts getting progressively longer, still trying to keep Kavinsky's fingers in him at the same time.

The first slow, teasing press almost had Kavinsky growling. He bit his lip around the noise, managing to keep it in. And then, slowly, Lee started to press. Press past the teasing, past the hesitation of his body. Any frustration he had for that initial tease turned into a blissful, whining exhalation, a panting sort of desperation caught at the bottom of his lungs even as Lee's cock seemed to press all the air out of his chest.

"'eba," he mumbled, a crashing, broken flit of his native tongue, a spell of laughter as Lee's voice tumbled through him, as his hips moved without a moment for adaptation. "Oh, fuck, daddy..."

He let the rock of Lee's hips dictate the movement of his fingers now, the angle a little awkward for him to control it, though he could keep them inside him easily enough for now. He bit at his lip again, shivering a little, his eyebrows hitching up in obvious pleasure at the idea that Lee suggested. "It's been ages since someone ate me out. Back home. God, yeah, daddy."

Lee hummed lowly, nearly a growl, and he nodded as he looked into Kavinsky's eyes. "Then I will," he replied, his voice thick with pleasure. "You'll look so good," he went on, rolling his hips back farther now, his desire to thrust deeper overriding the effort of trying to keep Kavinsky's fingers inside him. "On your knees," he groaned, the weight of his forward thrusts getting heavier, their skin slapping as it became dewy with sweat. "Fuck, stretched out and swollen, so well used," Lee moaned, his eyes fluttering at the thought of it.

He had to stop speaking for a moment then, his body lost in the rhythm he was pounding into Kavinsky's ass. It wasn't overly hard but it wasn't gentle anymore either, firm and deep, each thrust shaking the bed beneath them. "Do you want it hard?" he asked, his arms shaking as he opened his eyes to meet Kavinsky's gaze. "Tell me," he plead, his voice shaking and rough. "Tell me how you want me to fuck you."

Kavinsky could hardly formulate any sort of coherent response. Between the thorough, deep way that Lee fucked into him--somewhere between punishing and all-consuming, almost possessive--and the husky, thick rhythm of his voice, it was a wonder that Kavinsky hadn't let himself come completely unraveled already. He let go of his hold on English, Bulgarian a close second behind, just little snippets tumbling out of his mouth, battered out of him on breathless, moaning gasps as his hips jumped to meet Lee's thrusts.

The bed creaked beneath them, a steady sort of thump as they moved. It took a delayed moment for Kavinsky to bring his wits back to him, to realize that Lee had actually asked a question that demanded an answer that wasn't just his slick, wet moans and needy mumbling.

"God," he whispered, shaking, nearly a laugh. He gripped the pillow next to his head, biting his lip. "Yeah. Yeah, daddy, I want you to fuck me hard. God, please."

Lee had been having sex for a long time now, and while he wouldn't ever say he was the most amazing lover in the world, he did have a lot of experience. However this was the first time he'd ever reduced anyone to their native language, and to say it was intensely flattering would have been a massive understatement. It didn't even bother him that Kavinsky didn't answer his question right away, and he continued to fuck his young partner with deep, firm thrusts, hard enough for the vibration of their pelvic bones connecting rang up the length of Lee's spine. He ducked his head for a moment, his forehead against Kavinsky's sternum, watching his cock move in and out of Kavinsky's body, unable to see the exact point of penetration but enough of it visible even from this vantage point that it made him groan.

When Kavinsky spoke in English again, Lee lifted his head, watching Kavinsky's face as he fought against the waves of pleasure to speak, telling Lee what he wanted. Lee nodded, his eyes dark as they roamed over Kavinsky's face caught in ecstasy, taking in his plump, bitten lips, the flush spreading down his neck and chest, skin shined with sweat.

Anchoring one hand on Kavinsky's hip, Lee's thrusts became rougher, bucking into Kavinsky with more and more power. The squeaking the bed was making increased in volume as did the sound of Lee's breathing, grunting softly as he pounded into Kavinsky, his muscles beginning to burn with the effort. "You look so good, taking me like this," Lee panted out, shaking softly with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, so good."

"Shit," Kavinsky breathed out, a half-static laugh breaking out of his chest in the midst of it all. He couldn't keep up with his fingers in Lee any longer, too overwhelmed and the angle not right any more. Instead, he slid his fingers out, grazed them across his hips and then, a moment after, bent his legs up toward his chest, gripping the back of his thighs as he did it.

He knew exactly the picture it made of him, folding himself in half like that, exactly the sort of view and angle it gave. His eyes rolled with pleasure, and he moaned, loud and needy, with each of Lee's strong, almost brutal thrusts. It wasn't even that he was going particularly fast, or that he was mean at all; it was just thorough, and deep, and now, with Kavinsky lifting his knees to his ears and putting his ankles up to Lee's shoulders, it was all the more wicked.

His cock smeared against his belly, twitching. He didn't think he'd have to touch it at all to come; he didn't think he'd want to, honestly, if he could get away with it. He clenched around Lee fucking into him, toes curling so hard his feet ached a little.

"Fuck, daddy, don't stop. Don't stop, God, please." It became a mantra, a begging litany, barely English at all but colored with desperation.

Lee groaned as Kavinsky pulled his legs up and open, giving Lee more room to move, allowing him to thrust with even more strength, smooth and easy as he no longer had to be as careful about avoiding inadvertently catching Kavinsky's balls between them. When Lee looked down now he could see the full length of his cock as it drew out of Kavinsky's clenching body, could see the way Kavinsky's hole clung to him, stretched wide around the girth of him. He kept his eyes down for a few thrusts, the image of his dick disappearing into Kavinsky over and over making him groan and shake with arousal.

Leaning in, Kavinsky's ankles hooked over Lee's shoulders, the thrusts shortened, but the snaps of Lee's hips were harder, sharper, and faster. Lee's eyes locked onto Kavinsky's face, watching the pleasure spike in Kavinsky's features, admiring Kavinsky's flushed, dewy skin, his hooded eyes. It was all power now, Lee's arms holding him up as he bore down into Kavinsky, his abdomen and legs and ass flexing and burning with the effort.

"You look so good like this, under me," Lee told him, his voice breathless and broken. "Taking me so fucking beautifully," he went on, bucking faster now, driving toward completion. "I'm so ready to come in you, fill you up, fill you up so good," he panted, chasing the tipping point, so close.

Each hard thrust, at this point, had Kavinsky nearly reduced to whimpers. The angle was a perfect one, driving and dragging Lee's cock against Kavinsky's prostate on more thrusts than not; the pace brutal and rough now, to the point that Kavinsky knew he'd be feeling it tomorrow, and he relished that idea, more than anything else. No matter what else happened, where anything else went tonight, he could hold onto this for at least a little while in the way his body would ache from it.

"Oh fuck," Kavinsky breathed, a blur of the words, rocking back to meet Lee's thrusts. "Yes. Yes, yes, da, molya te. Daddy, please come inside me. Lee--daddy, daddy, please--oh, fuck."

He was close too, but he wanted, so badly, to hold out. To wait to come until Lee had finished at least, or maybe until Lee was eating him out, if he could manage it. But everything felt blissful and overwhelming, a buzz of white noise between his ears, and he didn't know if his body would cooperate with what he wanted.

Lee was stronger than anyone as sick as he was had any right to be, and he had earned that strength with years of yoga and distance running, fighting against the steady disintegration of his body with the growth of the cancer. Of course he had limits, and the intensity and force he'd been using to fuck Kavinsky as thoroughly as he could was starting to wear on him. He wished he could keep doing this forever, but he was relieved when Kavinsky started to beg for him to come, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up the pace and power much longer.

Meeting Kavinsky's eyes, he dug his knees and toes into the mattress, his thrusts shortening to wild, hard jerks of his hips, his rhythm stuttering. He knew if Kavinsky was ready to come he'd do what he needed to get him there, but he only just held Lee's eyes, giving silent permission for Lee to take his pleasure here, and reciprocate later.

With a broken moan, Lee buried himself in Kavinsky deeply, the first spurt of his come flooding around the head of his cock. He keened, the sound an attempt at Kavinsky's name, pulling back an inch and thrusting deep again with the next pulse, and then next, heat and slickness filling up around Lee's dick as he rode out his climax. By the time he was spent the small movements he was making caused a wet squelching sound that made Lee groan.

"Fuck," he panted, lowering himself to one elbow, his arms shaking. "You are fucking beautiful when you're getting fucked," he said with a breathless laugh, his face still flushed and sheened with sweat. "As soon as I can breathe, I'm going to get my face between your legs and pay you back for how fucking good that was."