Cain tilted his head back and was immediately glad he'd glanced up when he had, catching a hint of what he'd swear was a flush of color. His lips curled into a smirk as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Kavinsky's briefs to slip them down. Not time or effort was wasted and he lowered them only as much as was necessary to free Kavinsky's cock, wetting his lips subconsciously as he gave him a few unhurried strokes.

With a soft, throaty groan, he continued the teasing, mouthing along the underside of Kavinsky's shaft. Lips parted, he wetly rang his tongue over the sensitive skin.