It would hardly be embarrassing, really. If anything, Kavinsky was always a bit flattered when he got someone off quick. He knew he was good, but there was something about being able to see the results so quickly, a man coming apart like it was nothing at all, that stoked his ego incredibly.

But for right now, he felt like teasing. He eased back, pulled off, let a string of messy spit drip from cock to mouth. He looked up and grinned, keeping a gentle but firm hold on the guy's balls and stroking him with the other hand.

"You just gonna stand there and try to keep quiet?" he teased. "Maybe we get extra points for being loud."