Kavinsky snapped his hips, settling quickly into a rough, quick pace. He kept his fingers into Jack's hair. This wasn't really about Jack's pleasure, at the moment; it was about using him. It was about Jack being a hole, and Kavinsky doing what he wanted.

He leaned down, mouth to Jack's ear. "Where we at, Jackie?" Kavinsky knew where the hard limits were, but he didn't want to make a new one.