Cain groaned, the sound muffled, reverberating through his throat, knowing that Kavinsky would be able to feel it in his cock. He met the rock of Kavinsky's hips easily, bobbing his head in time as they fell into a rhythm.

He moved his hand away from Kavinsky, wrapping his fingers around his own cock, stroking unabashedly.

Opening his eyes, he glanced up at Kavinsky, groaning again when he caught the look of need in his eyes, how he was struggling to keep his hands up against the wall.