"Fuck," Kavinsky sighed. Cain was clearly enjoying himself, and that made it all the better for Kavinsky, even if he wasn't being allowed to hold onto him. He whimpered a little, hips moving a little more urgently. He sighed a noise, somewhere between rapture and teasing, as Cain reached down and started to stroke himself.

"Save me something," he said, but it was more like begging. He wanted to taste Cain, or feel him, or something. Especially had to keep his hands up on the wall.