"Oh, there it is," Kavinsky sighed against the kiss, mouth turning up lazily. He rolled his hips forward a little, uncaring about the drag of denim against exposed skin. It was just brief, that rutting, but it was fun to tease.

"And where do you think you're going to come this time, hm?" It's soft, quiet teasing, that grin still there, pleasant and sharp. He shifted one hand from the waist of his pants to tease against his cock again. "Think you've actually got some staying power this time?"