The menace in Cain's voice put a shiver down Kavinsky's spine. His cock twitched, needy interest, to show that enthusiasm even more. He licked his lips, and took his hands off Cain's head, pressing them to the wall above his head.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," he murmured, canting his hips forward to try and get back into his slick mouth. "Don't stop there."