Cain didn't disappoint, the teeth and lips grazing across the sensitive skin on his neck make have him tipping his head back to give Kavinsky plenty of space, breath hitching and then dissolving into a soft groan just like Kavinsky wanted.

With the strength of the partition in question, Cain stumbled the two of them toward an actual wall, stepping out of his suit and kicking it away as he did. The bump into the wall dislodged them enough that Cain doesn't really hesitate to press Kavinsky's back against the wall as he sunk to his knees with a smirk.

He tugged firmly at Kavinsky's pant, pulling them down just enough so that he could nuzzle and mouth against the straining bulge in his boxer briefs, making the fabric damp with his teasing as he tilted his head to press his open mouth along Kavinsky's shaft through the fabric.