Kavinsky shifted, nuzzling at Jack's shoulder for a moment. Then, he bit into the meat of it. He wasn't supposed to leave marks, so it was brief, but intent. A growl broke out of him. Then, he straightened his back, the only point of contact between him and Jack their thighs, and his fist in Jack's hair.

"Should probably," he grunted, "just keep that cock ring on you. You're nothin' but a fuckin' hole right now, right baby? You don't need to come. Just need to take it."