Kavinsky gave a soft, mocking aw at the indecision, the squirming and tight breathlessness that all this attention was getting. But he grinned, and it's a wide, toothsome thing. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, and he sighed a sort of laugh.

"Alright, then," he murmured, his voice just barely louder than the waves behind him. "Let's see how many times you can come, mister."

He sank his head and went back to work with filthy abandon.