Kavinsky shivered and moaned, caught in the snare of Steve's arms. He knew that Steve was letting him have his way, that squirming and wiggling, and he was happy to give him a bit more than that, all the squirming just a greater invitation and way to press his body against the large, stiff body that had entrapped him.

It was already starting to make him pant, the very idea that Steve might just over power him.

"I do like seeing you work," he murmured, voice low and thick with arousal. "And I promise I'd try to make it a good hunt."