Maybe he was being picky, not that he's about to admit this asshole who won't even give him a name was right. He hadn't even realized this part of the club had existed and hadn't had any intention of getting down and dirty with anyone. He hadn't been looking for anything and maybe that was the issue.

Kavinsky, however, knew just how to hook him. His gaze slid down to unabashedly watch Kavinsky tug his pants open, his own expression shifting into something heated with desire. And he's reeled in before even realizing it.

Forgetting about the partitions and elaborate setup, he closed the distance between them, backing Kavinsky against one of the fake walls. The impact was almost dangerous, making the flimsy partition waver slightly. Cain didn't even notice. His hands were already tugging at Kavinsky's shirt, pressing his thigh between Kavinsky's legs to grind up against him as he crashed their lips together hungrily.