He was going to be left with marks, and Kavinsky had absolutely no problem with that. Let people see the mischief he got up to, let them see what fun he was having. He groaned softly and tilted his head back, rocking his hips forward into Cain's touch.

"C'mon," he growled, pawing at Cain's body as well, getting his hands on him through his clothing still, but he wanted skin. "You just gonna kiss and jerk me off? C'mon, I'm good for whatever you want."