"Yes, yes, no," Kavinsky answered easily. Then he threw in the caveat, "Like, piss. Not shit. Also one time I got facefucked so hard I threw up a little? Which, ya know, impressive since I don't have much of a gag reflex in the first place. But that guy was into that, so it worked out."

He contemplated it, leaning his head against Billy's a little. For all that Henrietta had made him a crueler version of himself, especially at the end, he'd always been tactile. Part of that was European, even in the former Communist Bloc. Part of that was an all boy's school. Most of it was just who he was, starved for contact.

His tone was confessional when he spoke again; "I don't actually think about sex that much. It just kinda happens, and I'm down for whatever."