Kavinsky pulled away from Jack. He slid down the bed, touched Jack as he went, felt all the shapes and angles of his body. When he settled behind him, kneeling as Jack knelt, he purred and ran his fingers heavily over the glowing bruises on Jack's ass.

He nudged the head of his cock in. Jack was stretched from his fingers, and Kavinsky's sock was wet from Jack's attention, so it was easy to just sink right into him.